"_Gunk_! _gung_!" said the Senator, solemnly, without moving a muscle. The waiter stared. "_Che vuol ella_?" he repeated, in a faint voice. "_Gunk_! _gung_!" said the Senator, as solemnly as before. "Non capisco." "_Gunk gung_! _gunkety gunk gung_!" The waiter shrugged his shoulders till they reached the upper part of his ears. The Senator looked for a moment at him, and saw that he did not understand him. He looked at the floor involved in deep thought. At last he raised his eyes once more to meet those of the waiter, which still were fixed upon him, and placing the palms of his hands on his hips, threw back his head, and with his eyes still fixed steadfastly upon the waiter he gave utterance to a long shrill gurgle such as he thought the frogs might give: [Transcriber's Note: Transliteration of Greek.] Brekekekek koax koax, Brekekekek koax koax. [TN: /end Greek.] [Illustration: Brekekekek koax koax!] (Recurrence must be made to Aristophanes, who alone of articulate speaking men has written down the utterance of the common frog.) The waiter started back. All the men in the café jumped to their feet. "[Transcriber's Note: Transliteration of Greek.] Brekekekek koax koax [TN: /end Greek.]," continued the Senator, quite patiently. The waiter looked frightened. "Will you give me some or not?" cried the Senator, indignantly. "Signore," faltered the waiter. Then he ran for the café-keeper. The café-keeper came. The Senator repeated the words mentioned above, though somewhat angrily. The keeper brought forward every customer in the house to see if any one could understand the language. "It's German," said one. "It's English," said another. "Bah!" said a third. "It's Russian." "No," said a fourth, "it's Bohemian; for Carolo Quinto said that Bohemian was the language of the devil." And Number Four, who was rather an intelligent-looking man, eyed the Senator compassionately. "_Gunk gung, gunkety gung_!" cried the Senator, frowning, for his patience had at last deserted him. The others looked at him helplessly, and some, thinking of the devil, piously crossed themselves. Whereupon the Senator rose in majestic wrath, and shaking his purse in the face of the café-keeper, shouted: "You're worse than a nigger!" and stalked grandly out of the place. CHAPTER XXXIV. THE SENATOR PURSUES HIS INVESTIGATIONS.--AN INTELLIGENT ROMAN TOUCHES A CHORD IN THE SENATOR'S HEART THAT VIBRATES.--RESULTS OF THE VIBRATION.--A VISIT FROM THE ROMAN POLICE; AND THE GREAT RACE DOWN THE CORSO BETWEEN THE SENATOR AND A ROMAN SPY.--GLEE OF THE POPULACE!--HI! HI! He did not ask for frogs again; but still he did not falter in his examination into the life of the people. Still he sauntered through the remoter corners of Rome, wandering over to the other side of the Tiber, or through the Ghetto, or among the crooked streets at the end of the Corso. Few have learned so much of Rome in so short a time.