"I cannot see that the fault lies at my door.

You told me that he would enter the country under an assumed name." "I presume the affair is ended so far as I am concerned," I said, shaking the lameness from my legs.
"Of course, of course!" replied the Count, pulling at his gray mustaches, which flared out on either side like the whiskers of a cat.
"I should like to return to the city at once," I added.
"Certainly.

I regret that you have been the victim of a blunder for which some one shall suffer.

Your compatriot has caused me a deal of trouble." "I assure you that he is in no wise connected with the present matter.
According to his latest advices he is at Vienna." "I should be most happy to believe that," was the Count's rejoinder, which inferred that he didn't believe it.
"My friend seems to be a dangerous person ?" "All men of brains, coupled with impudence, are dangerous; and I give your friend credit for being as brave as he is impudent.

But come, my carriage is at your service.