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He ran out of the room, and came back with one of the chambermaid's brooms. "Judge for yourself, sir can I sweep a carpet?" He placed a chair for Amelius. "Permit me to save you the trouble of shaving yourself. Are you satisfied? Very good. Will you allow me to propose something which you have not had yet for your breakfast?" In half an hour more, he brought in the new dish. "Oeufs a la Tripe.
Another breakfast is: oeufs au plat; poulet ... la Godard; c'telettes de mouton grillees; reviere pommes de terre; flans d'apricot; and so on, with every variety of stewed pigeon, trout from the lake, delicious preparations of spinach, and always a variety of the cheeses which are so fresh and so healthful, just brought from the Alpine valleys.
Madame, avez-vous du vin? It isn't any use, Doctor take the witness." "Madame, avez-vous du vin du fromage pain pickled pigs' feet beurre des oeufs du boeuf horseradish, sauerkraut, hog and hominy anything, anything in the world that can stay a Christian stomach!" She said: "Bless you, why didn't you speak English before? I don't know anything about your plagued French!"
Fog guns and lights as signals of distress availed little to the ships in difficulty. Eight British transports laden with troops and two ships carrying supplies were dashed to pieces on the rocks. The shrieks of drowning men could be heard in the darkness. The scene was the rocky Isle aux Oeufs and adjacent reefs off the north shore.
The waiter looked puzzled, shuffled his slippered feet, and murmured something about "oeufs sur le plat." "Unfortunately, however," continued Müller, "we are but men not fortresses provisioning for a siege.
"You don't git 'em!" said this personage briefly, when Potter had ordered chops and "oeufs a la creole" and lettuce salad, from a card. "You got to eat partridge and asparagus tips salad!" And he went away, leaving the terrible Potter resigned and unrebellious. The partridge was undeniable when it came; a stuffed man would have eaten it.
Thus begins the night romance of London: Souper. Oeufs de Pluvier Consommé Double en Tasse Fillet de Merlan
The finished epicure shuddered at the recollection, poignantly, quite as if a saw were being filed in the next room. The disagreeable emotion was allayed, however, by the sight of his next course oeufs aux saucissons. Tender, poetic memories stirred within him. The little truffled French sausages aroused his better nature.
William Ewart Gladstone had deigned to praise the "oeufs a la Gladstone," called henceforth by his name, when he walked over from the Villa Rendel to breakfast; and the delicious punch served before the dolce, and immediately after the "Pollo panato alla Frisio," had been lauded by the late Czar of all the Russias, who was drinking a glass of it according to the solemn asseveration of the Padrone when the telegram announcing the assassination of his father was put into his hand.
And there we were, the only Americans in the house, with just enough French to order "des oeufs" and coffee "au lait" and "ros bif and jambon and pain" and to ask how much and then make them say it slowly and stick the sum up on their fingers. We were having engine trouble. And our car was groaning and coughing and muttering in the gloomy little court of the inn.
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