Everybody tells me that I look like a ghost." "Why not come to Grosvenor Square with me ?" he leaning a little across the table.

"Patoff shall make you some Russian tea, and afterwards you shall sleep as long as you like." "How idyllic!" she answered, with a faint sarcastic smile.

"It goes to my heart to decline so charming an invitation.

But, to tell you the truth, it would bore me excessively." He muttered something under his breath which startled the waiter at his elbow.

Then he followed her out of the room.