"I saw you at my desk from outside." "You should consult an oculist," he declared.

"I have not left this chair.

My foot is still too painful." "You lie well, Prince," I answered, "but not well enough." He looked at me thoughtfully.
"I am endeavouring," he said, "to accommodate myself to the customs of this wonderful country of yours.

In France one sends one's seconds.
What do you do here to a man who calls you a liar ?" "We treat him," I answered hotly, "as the man deserves to be treated who abuses the hospitality of a stranger, and places himself in the position of a common thief." The Prince shrugged his shoulders lightly, and helped himself to one of my cigarettes.
"You are very young, Mr.Ducaine," he said, looking at me thoughtfully.
"You have no doubt your career to make in the world.

So, in a greater sense of the word, have I.I propose, if you will allow me, to be quite frank with you." "I have no wish for your confidences, Prince," I answered.