Not till the first impression of the venerable envoy's suavity had left him, did Israel begin to surmise the mild superiority of successful strategy which lurked beneath this highly ingratiating air.
"Ah," pondered Israel, sitting gloomily before the rifled mantel, with the empty tumbler and teaspoon in his hand, "it's sad business to have a Doctor Franklin lodging in the next room.

I wonder if he sees to all the boarders this way.

How the O-t-a-r-d merchants must hate him, and the pastry-cooks too.

I wish I had a good pie to pass the time.

I wonder if they ever make pumpkin pies in Paris?
So I've got to stay in this room all the time.