He has reams of paper which he calls the dossier of the crime.

You never saw such a collection of rubbish in your life.

I cried over it.

And he is so proud of it, poor wee mite." She laughed suddenly.
"I should love to have seen you hobnobbing with him and Saupiquet." "Why ?" "You're so aristocratic-looking," she did me the embarrassing honour to explain in her direct fashion.

"You're my idea of an English duke." "My dear Lola," I replied, "you're quite wrong.