'Pretty fair,' I says. 'Well, kid, I been reading the pieces in the papers. You've knocked 'em.' 'Ah, don't Bill,' she says, as if I'd hurt her. And me meaning only to say the civil thing. Girls are rum. When the party had paid their bill and give me a tip which made me think I was back at the Guelph again--only there weren't any Dick Turpin of a head waiter standing by for his share--they hopped it. But Katie hung back and had a word with me. 'He _was_ looking well, wasn't he, Uncle Bill?' 'Rather!' 'Does--does he ever speak of me?' 'I ain't heard him.' 'I suppose he's still pretty angry with me, isn't he, Uncle Bill? You're sure you've never heard him speak of me?' So, to cheer her up, I tells her about the piece in the paper I showed him; but it didn't seem to cheer her up any. And she goes out. The very next night in she come again for supper, but with different nuts and different girls. There was six of them this time, counting her. And they'd hardly sat down at their table, when in come the fellers she had called Jimmy and Ted with two girls. And they sat eating of their suppers and chaffing one another across the floor, all as pleasant and sociable as you please. 'I say, Katie,' I heard one of the nuts say, 'you were right. He's worth the price of admission.' I don't know who they meant, but they all laughed. And every now and again I'd hear them praising the food, which I don't wonder at, for Jules had certainly done himself proud. All artistic temperament, these Frenchmen are. The moment I told him we had company, so to speak, he blossomed like a flower does when you put it in water. 'Ah, see, at last!' he says, trying to grab me and kiss me. 'Our fame has gone abroad in the world which amuses himself, ain't it? For a good supper connexion I have always prayed, and he has arrived.' Well, it did begin to look as if he was right. Ten high-class supper-folk in an evening was pretty hot stuff for MacFarland's. I'm bound to say I got excited myself. I can't deny that I missed the Guelph at times. On the fifth night, when the place was fairly packed and looked for all the world like Oddy's or Romano's, and me and the two young fellers helping me was working double tides, I suddenly understood, and I went up to Katie and, bending over her very respectful with a bottle, I whispers, 'Hot stuff, kid. This is a jolly fine boom you're working for the old place.' And by the way she smiled back at me, I seen I had guessed right. Andy was hanging round, keeping an eye on things, as he always done, and I says to him, when I was passing, 'She's doing us proud, bucking up the old place, ain't she?' And he says, 'Get on with your work.' And I got on. Katie hung back at the door, when she was on her way out, and had a word with me. 'Has he said anything about me, Uncle Bill?' 'Not a word,' I says. And she goes out.