Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin--and they would get on in time with the Chinese people.

Set them to work in the city of London--and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them.

In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair.

No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices.
Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England.
Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like.

Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me.