"I think you must be right; it doesn't seem to agree with me." We took him home, and saw him to bed.

He was very gentle and quite grateful.
One evening later on, after a long day's ride, followed by a most satisfactory dinner, we started him on a big cigar, and, removing things from his reach, told him of this stratagem that for his good we had planned.
"How many copies of that statue did you say we saw ?" asked George, after we had finished.
"Three," replied Harris.
"Only three ?" said George.

"Are you sure ?" "Positive," replied Harris.

"Why ?" "Oh, nothing!" answered George.
But I don't think he quite believed Harris.
From Prague we travelled to Nuremberg, through Carlsbad.

Good Germans, when they die, go, they say, to Carlsbad, as good Americans to Paris.
This I doubt, seeing that it is a small place with no convenience for a crowd.