"I do not stand with the Harleys, I stand upon them.

Where should such crawling, footless creatures be ?" and Storri pointed to his own somewhat ample foundations as indicating the groveling whereabouts of the Harleys.
"But you go there ?" remarked the San Reve, flintily suspicious.
"No, my San Reve," yawned Storri.

"Pardon my grossness;--a yawn in the presence of a lady, and I a Russian gentleman! I took the habit from these pig Americans! You should know, my dear San Reve, that the very name of Harley bores me.

No, I shall no more go to those Harleys.

They send, they beg; I do not go.