Imagine, monsieur, in that sacred place I was obliged to shave at the rate of ten a penny! Here, it's true, they don't pay me half the time; but when I'm paid, I 'm paid.

In this, climate, and being 'poitrinaire', one doesn't make experiments.

I shall finish my days here.

Have you seen that young man who interested you?
There 's another! He has spirit, as I had once--'il fait de la philosophie', as I do--and you will see, monsieur, it will finish him.

In this world what you want is to have no spirit.
Spirit ruins you." Shelton looked sideways at the little man with his sardonic, yellow, half-dead face, and the incongruity of the word "spirit" in his mouth struck him so sharply that he smiled a smile with more pity in it than any burst of tears.
"Shall we 'sit down ?" he said, offering a cigarette.
"Merci, monsieur, it is always a pleasure to smoke a good cigarette.