Jon Hagadorn

NEAR THE PAN HE ALSO PLACED A PRETTY LITTLE BASKET OF VELETRI GRAPES AND A FLASK OF ORVIETTO.

PEPINO WAS DECIDEDLY AN EPICURE.

DANGLERS WATCHED THESE PREPARATIONS AND HIS MOUTH WATERED.

"'Come,' he said to himself, "'let me try if you'll be more tractable than the other.'

And he tapped gently at the door.'

"'En y va!'

"'Coming,' exclaimed Pepinot, who, from frequenting the house of Signor Pastrini, understood French perfectly in all its idioms.

Danglars immediately recognized him as the man who had called out in such a furious manner.

"'Put in your head!'

But this was not the time for recrimination, so he assumed his most agreeable manner, and said with a gracious smile, "'Excuse me, sir, but are they not going to give me any dinner?'

"'Does Your Excellency happen to be hungry?'

"'Happen to be hungry?

That's pretty good when I haven't eaten for twenty-four hours.'

"'Happen to be hungry?

That's pretty good when I haven't eaten for twenty-four hours,' muttered Danglars.

And then he added aloud, "'Yes, sir, I am hungry, very hungry.'

"'What would Your Excellency like?'

and Pepino placed his pan on the ground, so that the steam rose directly under the nostrils of danglers.

"'Give your orders.'

"'Have you kitchens here?'