"Heavy! ha! ha! you may well say they were _heavy_, my dear fellow--_five and eight hundred dollars a week!_" says the Don, with a nonchalance that would win the admiration of a flash prince of the realm. "O, no doubt of it, sir; it is very expensive to keep company, and entertain the government officers, at Washington, sir," the clerk replies. "You're right, my dear fellow; you're right. But let me see," and here the Don stuck a little glass in the corner of his eye, and glanced at the bill; "ah, yes, I see, $102.51--a--a--something--all right, I presume; if it ain't right, _we'll make it all right in the morning_." "Very good, sir; that will answer, sir," says the clerk, about to bow himself out of the room. "One moment, if you please, my dear fellow; that Marteux of yours is really superb. A friend dined here yesterday with me--he is a--a gentleman who imports a--a great deal of wine; he a--a--pronounces your Schreider an elegant article. I shall entertain some friends to-night, here, and do you see that we have sufficient of that 'Marteux' and 'Schreider' cooling for us; my friends are judges of a pure article, and a--a I wish them to have a--a good opinion of your house. Understand?" "Ah, yes, sir; that'll be all right," says the clerk. "Of course; if it ain't, I'll make it all right in the morning!" says the Don Cæsar, as the official vanished. "Well, Charles, did you present that gentleman's bill?" asks the host of the clerk, as they met at "the office." "Yes, sir; he says it's all right, or he'll make it all right in the morning, sir," replies the clerk. "Very well," says the anxious host; "_see that he does it_." That evening a Captain Jones called on Don Cæsar--a servant carried up the card--Captain Jones was requested to walk up. Lieutenant Smith, U. S. N., next called--"walk up." Dr. Brown called--"walk up." Col. Green, his card--"walk up;" and so on, until some six or eight distinguished persons were walked up to Don Cæsar's private parlor; and pretty soon the silver necks were brought up, corks were popping, glasses were clinking, jests and laughter rose above the wine and cigars, and Don Cæsar was putting his friends through in the most approved style! Time flew, as it always does. Capt. Jones gave the party a bit of a salt-water song, Dr. Brown pitched in a sentiment, while Colonel Green and Lieutenant Smith talked largely of the "last session," what _their_ friend Benton said to Webster, and Webster to Benton, and what Bill Allen said to 'em both. And Miss Corsica, the French Minister's daughter, what she had privately intimated to Lieutenant Smith in regard to American ladies, and what the Hon. so and so offered to do and say for Colonel Green, and so and so and so and so. Still the corks "popped," and the glasses jingled, and the merry jest, and the laugh jocund, and the rich sentiment, and richer fumes of the cigars filled the room.