Romance, like anything else, can be made to pay." "Are we likely to find the beds----" began Mrs.Malt plaintively.
"Oh dear yes, Mrs.Malt!" interrupted momma, who thought everything entomological extremely indelicate.

"Perfectly.

You have only to go to the hotels the guide-books recommend, and everything will be quite _propre_." "Well," said Emmeline, "they may be _propre_ in Italy, but they're not _propre_ in Paris.

We had to speak to the housemaid yesterday morning, didn't we, mother?
Don't you remember the back of my neck ?" "We all suffered!" declared Mrs.Malt.
"And I _showed_ one to her, mother, and all she would say was, '_Jamais ici, mademoiselle, ici, jamais!_' And there it _was_ you know." "Emmeline," said her father, "isn't it about time for you to want to go to bed ?" "Not by about three hours.

I'm going to get up a little music first.