"I don't like Latin," said Miss Frettlby, shaking her pretty head. "I…

"Whatever you do, don’t go on to the beaches at dusk," was all he said. Then he vanished.

"Young men, not bein' old men," she replied, cautiously, "and sinners not bein' saints, it's not nattral as latch keys should be made for ornament instead of use, and Mr. Fitzgerald bein' one of the 'andsomest men in Melbourne, it ain't to …

I was not myself on that night. The wine was in and the wit was out.

Raki is bad enough, but it's nectar compared with pulque.

History was being manufactured at the rate of a sensation a week.

It was Saturday morning, and of course all fashionable Melbourne was doing the Block. With regard to its "Block," Collins Street corresponds to New York's Broadway, London's Regent Street and Rotten Row, and to the Boulevards of Paris. It …