I have a headache.

Will you order me some champagne?
It is a terrible thing, I know, to drink wine in the morning, but when one travels, what can one do?
Here come your bodyguard.

They look at me as though I had stolen you away.

Remember we take our coffee together afterwards.

I am bored with so much traveling, and I look to you to amuse me." Von Behrling's journey was, after all, marked with sharp contrasts.
The kindness of the woman whom he adored was sufficient in itself to have transported him into a seventh heaven.