"I can imagine that he would be able to sell anything he tried to." "It is what I often tell him, sir," Mr.Meyer replied, "but he is too fond of the English trade." "English money is no better than Belgian," Herr Selingman declared, "but there is more of it.

Let us go round to the restaurant car and drink a bottle of wine together while the beds are prepared." "Certainly," Norgate assented, stretching himself.

"By-the-by, you had better look after your papers there, Herr Selingman.

Just as I woke up I saw a small slip fluttering along the seat.

You made a most infernal draught by opening that door, and I almost fancy it went out of the window." Herr Selingman's face became suddenly grave.