“... – Well, am I not allowed to meet a man if he doesn’t wear a business card? – Fifi cried, her eyes sparkling. – What do we have here: the era of the Dark Middle Ages or the age of... well, this... Enlightenment? Mr. Hopkins may be the coolest guy I know. “Mr. Hopkins is a barbarian and a boor!” - Aunt Cal snapped. “Mr. Hopkins is a tasty guy!” a new word to use. “He just doesn’t pretend to be anyone!” – Fifi shouted passionately. – Say what you want! In my opinion, he is very handsome. Hmmm, everything was much more serious than they thought. This is not a temporary clouding of reason: Fifi clearly liked the damned savage, and obviously because he was strikingly different from her fiancé. She admitted that she met him just a few days ago and tomorrow they have a date again...”