MISS THOMASINA TUCKER
enthusiasm of his superior, and shared his vigils.
This very evening there had been hopes deferred and sickened hearts over the indifference of the public to a menu fit for a king. Were there not consommé royale, filet of sole, maître d’hôtel, poulet en casserole, pommes de terres sautés, haricots verts, and a wonderful Camembert? A savory could be inserted in an instant, and a sweet arranged in the twinkling of an eye.
“A carriage, Walter! Prepare!”
Both flew silently to the window.
“Two ladies; ah, they are not alighting! They wish to know if there is evening service in the cathedral.”
“A gentleman, Walter! In a four-wheeler!”
“No, he dines not. He has come to request his umbrella of the porter.”
“A hansom, Walter!”
“Ah, they alight. She is of an elegance unmistakable. They are young married ones, and will dine well. Hasten, Walter, and order both sweet and savory!”
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