The best is to put my cane between my legs and rest my chin on it; but even that is uncomfortable, for the Englishman has writhed all over me by this time and is snoring creditably. I look him over; an Etonian, as I guess. Certain well-bred-well-fedness. Except for the position well, c'est la guerre. The women are speaking softly. "And do you know, my dear, that they had raids again in Paris?