"But then, as you know, Aunt Barbara has original views on every subject." Hermann did not take the possible hint here conveyed to drop the matter.
"Well, then, what do you think about him ?" he asked.
Michael laughed.
"My dear Hermann," he said, "how often have you told me that we English don't pay the smallest attention to international politics.

I am aware that I don't; I know nothing whatever about them." Hermann shook off the cloud of preoccupation that so unaccountably, to Michael's thinking, had descended on him, and walked across to the window.
"Well, long may ignorance be bliss," he said.

"Lord, what a divine evening! 'Uber allen gipfeln ist Ruhe.' At least, there is peace on the only summits visible, which are house roofs.

There's not a breath of wind in the trees and chimney-pots; and it's hot, it's really hot." "I was afraid there was going to be a chill at sunset," remarked Mrs.
Falbe subaqueously.
"Then you were afraid even where no fear was, mother darling," said he, "and if you would like to sit out in the garden I'll take a chair out for you, and a table and candles.

Let's all sit out; it's a divine hour, this hour after sunset.