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He lay there, a shapeless mass, surrounded by broken glass, streaming wine, a little heap of flowers from the overturned vase. Then the hubbub of the room was suddenly stilled. A dozen hands were laid upon me. "For God's sake, monsieur!" I heard Louis cry. Monsieur Carvin led me away. I looked back once more at the prostrate figure and then followed him. "This is not my fault," I said calmly.

It says right out in the open: "New York City is a nice big fat Goose. Come along with your carvin' knives and have a slice." They don't pretend to ask the Goose's consent. We don't own our streets or our docks or our waterfront or anything else. The Republican Legislature and Governor run the whole shootin' match.

Monsieur Carvin was called by some one at the other end of the room and hurried away. Louis turned to me. There was a curious expression in his eyes. "You are disappointed?" he asked. "You see nothing here different? It is all the same to you." "Not in the least," I answered. "For one thing, it seems strange to find a restaurant de luxe up here, when below there is only a cafe of the worst.

He has been explaining to me how difficult it is to find even a corner in his restaurant, but there will be a small table for us." Monsieur Carvin bowed. "For any friend of Louis," he said, "one would do much. But indeed, monsieur, people seem to find my little restaurant interesting, and it is, alas, so very small." We entered the room almost as he spoke.

And you, Patrick Sarsfield?" to the next boy. "Leg," said Patrick Sarsfield, succinctly. Mr. Murphy dropped the carver and fork, and made a splotch of gravy on the table. "What?" he shouted. "Hev ye not hear-r-rd two legs already bespoke, Patrick Sarsfield, an' ye come back at me for another? Phat for kind of a baste do ye think this is? I'm not carvin' a cinterpede, I'd hev ye know!"

I could not describe it, but, quite apart from Louis' few words concerning it, I knew that it had a clientele of its own, and that within its four walls were gathered together people who were in some way different from the butterfly crowd who haunt the night cafes in Paris. Monsieur Carvin himself led us to a small table against the wall, and not far inside the room.

How many are there?" "Only three. 'N' I expect they a'nt the real wild kind, nuther. Sorter half Injun, half engineer, like what come round in the circuses. Didn't make much of 'n offer towards carvin' me. But I judged best to quit, the first boat that put off. Ah, they're there yit, 'n' the mewl tew." "You'll find our train back there," said Thurstane. "You had better make for it.

"We do not send for the police here," Monsieur Carvin said hoarsely. "Louis will take you away at once. Where do you stay?" "At the Ritz," I answered. "Keep quiet to-morrow!" he exclaimed. "Louis will come to you. This way." I shrugged my shoulders. At that moment it mattered little to me whether I paid the penalty for what had happened or not.

I did my best to listen intelligently, but every moment I found my eyes straying towards this new arrival, now deep in apparently pleasant conversation with Monsieur Carvin. The newcomer had the air of one who has looked in to smile around at his acquaintances and pass on.

It beats all what exquisite ivory things we did see, and in silver, gold, shell, horn and bamboo, every article you can think on and lots you never did think on, all wrought in the finest carvin' and filigree work. Embroideries in silk and satin and cloth of gold and silver, every beautiful thing that wuz ever made you'd see in these shops.