“I have still several dozen upon hand,” he said at last; “and that will
make it necessary for me to visit several more bars before my great
affair is concluded. This will take some time; and if you are hungry—”
The Prince interrupted him with a polite gesture.
“My friend and I will accompany you,” he said; “for we have already a
deep interest in your very agreeable mode of passing an evening. And
now that the preliminaries of peace are settled, allow me to sign the
treaty for both.”
And the Prince swallowed the tart with the best grace imaginable.
“It is delicious,” said he.
“I perceive you are a connoisseur,” replied the young man.
Colonel Geraldine likewise did honour to the pastry; and every one in
that bar having now either accepted or refused his delicacies, the
young man with the cream tarts led the way to another and similar
establishment. The two commissionaires, who seemed to have grown
accustomed to their absurd employment, followed immediately after; and
the Prince and the Colonel brought up the rear, arm in arm, and smiling
to each other as they went. In this order the company visited two other
taverns, where scenes were enacted of a like nature to that already
described—some refusing, some accepting, the favours of this vagabond
hospitality, and the young man himself eating each rejected tart.
On leaving the third saloon the young man counted his store. There were
but nine remaining, three in one tray and six in the other.
“Gentlemen,” said he, addressing himself to his two new followers, “I
am unwilling to delay your supper. I am positively sure you must be
hungry. I feel that I owe you a special consideration. And on this
great day for me, when I am closing a career of folly by my most
conspicuously silly action, I wish to behave handsomely to all who give
me countenance. Gentlemen, you shall wait no longer. Although my
constitution is shattered by previous excesses, at the risk of my life
I liquidate the suspensory condition.”
With these words he crushed the nine remaining tarts into his mouth,
and swallowed them at a single movement each. Then, turning to the
commissionaires, he gave them a couple of sovereigns.
“I have to thank you,” said be, “for your extraordinary patience.”
And he dismissed them with a bow apiece. For some seconds he stood
looking at the purse from which he had just paid his assistants, then,
with a laugh, he tossed it into the middle of the street, and signified
his readiness for supper.
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