You see, you got to know de manner to make.

Once 'pon a time I had a diffycultie wid--" "I see," said Frowenfeld; "where may I find Hippolyte Brahmin-Mandarin at this time of day ?" Raoul shrugged.
"If the pre-parish-ions are not complitted, you will not find 'im; but if they har complitted--you know 'im ?" "By sight." "Well, you may fine him at Maspero's, or helse in de front of de Veau-qui-tete, or helse at de Cafe Louis Quatorze--mos' likely in front of de Veau-qui-tete.

You know, dat diffycultie I had, dat arise itseff from de discush'n of one of de mil-littery mov'ments of ca-valry; you know, I--" "Yes," said the apothecary; "here, Raoul, is some money; please go and buy me a good, plain hat." "All right." Raoul darted behind the counter and got his hat out of a drawer.

"Were at you buy your hats ?" "Anywhere." "I will go at _my_ hatter." As the apothecary moved about his shop awaiting Raoul's return, his own disaster became once more the subject of his anxiety.

He noticed that almost every person who passed looked in.