J. Storer Clouston, The Hereditary Cleaner (1904)
“ I cried. "You are the very man I want to see. I am going to Regalia next week." "Regalia?" said he, with an air of great indifference. "That is your native land, is it not?" I asked. "I believe it is," he smiled; "but for Heaven's sake, my dear Fugle, don't ask me for any information about it! I feel bored already by the very mention of the name." "You never live there?""Live in Regalia! I live in the world; I do what amuses me—and they still talk of a nobleman's duties in Regalia; figurez-vous!" And with a gesture of simulated horror the Count turned towards the card-room. ”
