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She felt as though she should be better served, and her heart revolted. Drouet did not call that evening. After receiving the letter, he had laid aside all thought of Carrie for the time being and was floating around having what he considered a gay time. On this particular evening he dined at "Rector's," a restaurant of some local fame, which occupied a basement at Clark and Monroe Streets.
The man was good-looking, in his way, but this was a pale and ugly smile. "My request was merely a matter of courtesy," he remarked. "The difficulty of searching you is not formidable. It would have been undertaken long ago but for the fact that the restaurant has been crowded and gags sometimes slip. Besides, there was no hurry. Observe!"
On the evening of the dinner given by the Society at the old restaurant which had once been frequented by Stevenson, she took Simoneau in her carriage, and when a fashionable young lady in her party objected to this arrangement she was rebuked by being sent home in a street-car.
It was strange to be hated! the emotion was too extreme; yet he hated Bosinney, that Buccaneer, that prowling vagabond, that night-wanderer. For in his thoughts Soames always saw him lying in wait wandering. Ah, but he must be in very low water! Young Burkitt, the architect, had seen him coming out of a third-rate restaurant, looking terribly down in the mouth!
Many parts of the city were completely abandoned, and the few remaining citizens wore cumbersome oxygen masks as the deadly atmosphere of gas seeped through the force field to reach the ground surface of the satellite. As the two cadets continued their dismal tour, they could only find one small restaurant open, a self-service food center that required no help. They were the only customers.
There was even a certain charm about him. "By George, I'd like to be in London to-night. Do you know the Pall Mall restaurant? I used to go there a lot. Piccadilly Circus with the shops all lit up, and the crowd. I think it's stunning to stand there and watch the buses and taxis streaming along as though they'd never stop. And I like the Strand too.
He sought features that might possibly belong to James Burke, but Frank seemed to be the only representative of the Emerald Isle present, and Morris proceeded to the restaurant in the rear.
The garden was full of people. They had come to hear the music, and were trying to find seats amid clouds of dust and the scraping of chairs. The two friends hurried into the restaurant to avoid all that turmoil.
He had lost everything that had made life worth living; that was his first passionate thought. Nobody wanted him nobody cared a hang what became of him; he told himself that he could quite understand poor devils who jumped off bridges. He went into the first restaurant he came to, and ordered a neat brandy; that made him feel better, and he ordered a second on the strength of it.
But I explained it out to him that fashion called for dinner at the hour that we usually partook of our evenin' meal at Jonesville. Sez I, "Josiah, I would love for jest once to go to a big fashionable restaurant and mingle with the fashionable throng jest for instruction and education, Josiah, not that I want to foller it up."
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