Paris herself again in 1878-9 . Waiter, what have I to pay ? Just whatever you please, sir. 248 PARIS 1IEUSELF AGAIN. as to whether there were room extracted only a derisive grin onthe part of the maitre dhotel. You must be toque, daft, starkstaring mad, to think for a moment that there could he airy roomat the Cafe Riche. In despair, after being turned away impransusfrom the doors of half a dozen restaurants, I drove one eveningover the water to Magnys clean, comfortable, and well-served res-taurant in the Rue Mazet, off the Rue Dauphine. Je vous feraidiner, quoth M. Magny, rubbing his hands.
Paris herself again in 1878-9 . Waiter, what have I to pay ? Just whatever you please, sir. 248 PARIS 1IEUSELF AGAIN. as to whether there were room extracted only a derisive grin onthe part of the maitre dhotel. You must be toque, daft, starkstaring mad, to think for a moment that there could he airy roomat the Cafe Riche. In despair, after being turned away impransusfrom the doors of half a dozen restaurants, I drove one eveningover the water to Magnys clean, comfortable, and well-served res-taurant in the Rue Mazet, off the Rue Dauphine. Je vous feraidiner, quoth M. Magny, rubbing his hands. I dined very wellindeed; and the next evening, with a light heart—0, vanity ofage untoward !—I drove over again to the Rue Mazet. Alas I. M. Magnys restaurant was full from the rez de chaussee to thegarrets, which had been converted, for the nonce, into so manycabinets ixirti cullers. I used to dine very often at another excellent restaurant, inthe Place de la Fontaine Gaillon; and I eulogistically mentionedM. Grossetete, the proprietor thereof, as a single-minded res-taurateur, who had announced to his numerous clientele that itwas his intention not to raise his prices during the I ! I am afraid that the publicity which, all innocently,I gave to M. Grossetetes intentions must have attracted crowds ofEnglish visitors to the Restaurant Gaillon. In any case, the GONE ! 249 place grows more crowded and more British every night. II nyavait plus moyen. At length, after waiting forty minutes for abarbue aux fines licrbes, I sorrowfully told M. Grossetete that Imust seek a dinner somewhere else. You abandon us ! Youdesert us ! cried M. Grossetete, affected almost to tears ; Mais,Monsieur, eest navrant: ee
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