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Every point would tell, for though his commensals were now all well-to-do New Yorkers, he knew that the time had been with them when they lived closer to the ground, in simple country towns, as most prosperous and eminent Americans have done. "Well," said Wetmore, "how long are you going to make us wait?" "Oh, you mustn't wait for me," said Ludlow. "Once is enough to-night.
One of my commensals said he had noticed that I took little or no wine, and, when I said that we seldom drank it in Altruria, he answered that he did not think I could make that go in America, if I meant to dine much. "Dining, you know, means overeating," he explained, "and if you wish to overeat you must overdrink. I venture to say that you will pass a worse night than any of us, Mr.
Leffers bade March farewell, in the final fondness inspired by his having coffee with them before they left the ship; they said they hated to leave. The stop had roused everybody, and the breakfast tables were promptly filled, except such as the passengers landing at Plymouth had vacated; these were stripped of their cloths, and the remaining commensals placed at others.
Leffers bade March farewell, in the final fondness inspired by his having coffee with them before they left the ship; they said they hated to leave. The stop had roused everybody, and the breakfast tables were promptly filled, except such as the passengers landing at Plymouth had vacated; these were stripped of their cloths, and the remaining commensals placed at others.
As I neither drank beer nor smoked, my part in the carousal was limited to a German pancake, which I found they had very good at Pfaff's, and to listening to the whirling words of my commensals, at the long board spread for the Bohemians in a cavernous space under the pavement. Nothing of their talk remains with me, but the impression remains that it was not so good talk as I had heard in Boston.
As I neither drank beer nor smoked, my part in the carousal was limited to a German pancake, which I found they had very good at Pfaff's, and to listening to the whirling words of my commensals, at the long board spread for the Bohemians in a cavernous space under the pavement. Nothing of their talk remains with me, but the impression remains that it was not so good talk as I had heard in Boston.
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