But he said nothing more about the slipper.

I poured out his whisky and soda.

He drank a deep draught, curled up his swaggering moustache and suddenly broke into one of his disconcerting peals of laughter.
"I haven't told you of the Grefin von Wentzel; I don't know what put her into my head.

There has been nothing like it since the world began.

Mind you--a real live aristocratic Grefin with a hundred quarterings!" He proceeded to relate a most scandalous, but highly amusing story.