Just as well, perhaps.' But the
results, he undertook to say, were excellent."
"Do I see one?" I asked.
"No, you don't," answered Jimmy, sipping his whisky-and-soda.
"That's just _it_, if you'll let me proceed. . . . He said that they
kept some marvellous Lagrima Christi--if I liked Lagrima Christi.
For his part, it always soured on his stomach. But we could send out
for a bottle of fizz--I'm using his expression, Otty--"
"I trust so," said I.
"He called it that. He said he would take it as an honour if I'd
join him in a little supper this very evening at the 'Catalafina.'
He had a meeting at 7.30, at which he would do his best to soften
down this letter of his in the _Times_; he would get it over by 9.30.
Could we meet (say) on the steps of the 'Empire' at ten o'clock?
He would hurry thither straight from the Baths, report progress--for
me to set your mind at rest--and afterwards take me off to this
damned eating-house. I should never find it by myself, he assured
me. He was right there; but I'm not anxious to try. My hope is that
it, or the management, won't find _me_.
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