"Tell me, what direction do your inventions take, Mr.Fentolin ?" "Before you go," Mr.Fentolin promised, "I will show you my little model at work.

Until then we will not talk of it.

Now come, be frank with me.
Shall we exchange ideas for a little time?
Will you talk of books?
They are my daily friends.

I have thousands of them, beloved companions on every side.

Or will you talk of politics or travel?
Or would you rather be frivolous with my niece and nephew?
That, I think, is Esther playing." "To be quite frank," Hamel declared bluntly, "I should like to talk to your niece." Mr.Fentolin smiled as though amused.