I do not make notes on persons." "All authors say that," answered the Baron, shrugging his shoulders with the assumed good-nature which so rarely forsook him, "and they are right....

At any rate, it is fortunate that you had something to write, for we shall both be late in arriving at a rendezvous where there are ladies....

It is almost a quarter past eleven, and we should have been there at eleven precisely....

But I have one excuse, I waited for my daughter." "And she has not come ?" asked Dorsenne.
"No," replied Hafner, "at the last moment she could not make up her mind.

She had a slight annoyance this morning--I do not know what old book she had set her heart on.