"It was a good thing I did disappear." "Perhaps it was," he said.

"There would have been a terrible scene about that doll's head.

An odd thing for me to dream about Christmas-trees and dolls and playmates: especially when I went to sleep thinking about my new camera." "You have a new camera ?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, "and a beauty, too.

Would you like to see it ?" She expressed a wish to see it, and when they reached the Kurhaus, she went with him up to his beautiful room, where he spent his time in the company of his microscope and his chemical bottles and his photographic possessions.
"If you sit down and look at those photographs, I will make you some tea," he said.

"There is the camera, but please not to touch it until I am ready to show it myself." She watched him preparing the tea; he did everything so daintily, this Disagreeable Man.