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"One cannot please people," sighs Pistasch, several days after the lawn-tennis party, while, cigar between his teeth, a hat adorned with a cock's plume on the back of his head, his smoking jacket open over his broad chest, he tries to solve a difficult problem in billiards. "One cannot please people."
"Hm! I think this sentence belonged to Solomon's _repertoire_ of phrases," grumbles Sempaly, who, stretched out in a deep arm-chair, is looking over an old _Revue des Deux Mondes_.