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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Your clothes will never do," he said; "such richness of apparel, such fine stuff we must give you others." He rang the bell. The old man-servant appeared. "A waiter's suit for the Linien-Strasse!" he said. Then he led me into a bedroom where a worn suit of German shoddy was spread out on a sofa. He made me change into it, and then handed me a threadbare green overcoat and a greasy green felt hat.
Nor would I specially complain of the noise and thronging of the great restaurants, the deafening stridency of their music, the artistic violence of their decorations; these features of fashionable restaurants are now universal throughout the world, and the philosopher adapts himself to them. He cuttingly replied in waiter's American: "I was French, but now I am an American."
My wife had charge of the waiter's rooms, a lodging house situated on Second street, one door from Grand Avenue. This was a brick building that stood where the west portion of the Plankinton now stands. The second floor was used as our living rooms; the third and fourth floors constituted the sleeping apartments of the hotel waiters.
The head waiter fumbled with the knife and fork at the place opposite, and blushed. "But you'll hear her to-night yourself," he ended incoherently, and hurried away, to show another guest to his, or rather her, place. Gaites wondered why he felt suddenly angry; why he resented the head waiter's blush as an impertinence and a liberty.
While she was still talking, Craig casually pulled a pencil out of his pocket and scribbled some figures on the back of the waiter's check. From where I was sitting beside him, I could see that he had written some figures similar to the following: 5183 47395 654726 2964375 47293815 924738651 2146073859 "Here's a stunt," he remarked, breaking into the conversation at a convenient point.
Algernon fired his glove just over the waiter's head, and Edward put the ease to the man's conscience; after which they sat and ate, talking little. The difference between them was, that Edward knew the state of Algernon's mind and what was working within it, while the latter stared at a blank wall as regarded Edward's. "Going out after breakfast, Ned?" said Algernon.
Captain Lake having given orders the evening before, that anyone who might call in the morning, and ask to see him, should be shown up to his bed-room sans ceremonie, was roused from deep slumber at a quarter past ten, by a knock at his door, and a waiter's voice. 'Who's that? drawled Captain Lake, rising, pale and half awake, on his elbow, and not very clear where he was.
Steele brought his friend here, and then, when this thing happened he was scared and lit out." "Maybe Steele did the killing," suggested Lowney. "No," disagreed Fenn. "I believe that Dago waiter's yarn. I cross-questioned him a lot before I let him go, and I'm sure he's telling what he saw. I'll see Fraschini's head man to-morrow or, I suppose it's to-morrow now hello, who's that?"
Between the clatter of dishes, the waiter's calls to the order man, and the talking of his own friends, Whistler could not hear much at first. But he knew the two men whom he suspected were talking in English. Of course they would not be unwise enough to speak in German. By this time the German language when spoken in public places was beginning to cause remark.
Stimulated by the prospect of all this beatitude, Dennis proceeded to the dining-room and revived the spirit of the discouraged waiter by ordering a liberal breakfast. At the conclusion of the meal he further celebrated his disposition to mortgage providence by the bestowal of a gratuity moderate enough to renew the waiter's original unflattering estimation.
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