'To-morrow's the fifteenth of the month,' he said.
'Shall I tell you a secret, Pierson?
I am to have a private peep at the new prima donna this night.

They say she's charming, and very pert.
"I do not interchange letters with Germans." Benlomik sent her a neat little note to the conservatorio--he hadn't seen her only heard of her, and that was our patriotic reply.

She wants taming.

I believe I am called upon for that duty.

At least, my friend Antonio-Pericles, who occasionally assists me with supplies, hints as much to me.