Robert:
[calculatingly]
We have dinner late and then decide to motor on. The car will conveniently break down - there.
Princess Mironoff:
That's original!
Robert:
We... we then, walk, three kilometres.
Princess Mironoff:
Now don't get too original, darling.
Robert:
Well, what's three kilometres on a nice moonlight night? At the end of that walk, by chance, we will arrive at an inn, which, by a strange coincidence I know well. I shall telephone the "patron" and make some interesting reservations.
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