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other; “ but you do not know what it is to live
there in a family hotel. No shops are open the
Sunday, and the landlady must buy everything the
Saturday. What does she do ? She buys a piece
of rosbif. She gives it to you hot the Saturday,
and cold for breakfast, dinner, and supper the
Sunday; and the butcher, he never brings fresh
meat the Monday, and you eat your rosbif cold
again for dinner. And then you have a gooseberry
tart. My God, how it sticks to your teeth ! It is
like this one eats in England.”
“ It is not astonishing,” thought a serious, elderly
gentleman on his right, “ that the rich English
come to France to dine.”
—At an early hour we went to the room which
the landlady promised should be ours once dinner
was well over.—The beds were not yet made,
though mattresses and bedclothes were piled in
one corner. The landlord and a lady and gentle-
man we had seen at the table d'hote sat by a table.
They invited us politely to be seated.--
“ I should like to go to bed,” said I, in the
language of our country.
“We cannot send them away,” said J-.
—And so, making the best of the matter, we
sat down with them, and talked about travelling
and Italy and snoring and velocipedes and Mount
Vesuvius,
other; “ but you do not know what it is to live
there in a family hotel. No shops are open the
Sunday, and the landlady must buy everything the
Saturday. What does she do ? She buys a piece
of rosbif. She gives it to you hot the Saturday,
and cold for breakfast, dinner, and supper the
Sunday; and the butcher, he never brings fresh
meat the Monday, and you eat your rosbif cold
again for dinner. And then you have a gooseberry
tart. My God, how it sticks to your teeth ! It is
like this one eats in England.”
“ It is not astonishing,” thought a serious, elderly
gentleman on his right, “ that the rich English
come to France to dine.”
—At an early hour we went to the room which
the landlady promised should be ours once dinner
was well over.—The beds were not yet made,
though mattresses and bedclothes were piled in
one corner. The landlord and a lady and gentle-
man we had seen at the table d'hote sat by a table.
They invited us politely to be seated.--
“ I should like to go to bed,” said I, in the
language of our country.
“We cannot send them away,” said J-.
—And so, making the best of the matter, we
sat down with them, and talked about travelling
and Italy and snoring and velocipedes and Mount
Vesuvius,