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Rough-Hew Them How We Will
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‘What’s all this?’ he inquired, halting.

The stout man talked volubly in French. Constable Parsons shook his head.

‘Talk sense,’ he advised.

‘In dere,’ cried the stout man, pointing behind him into the restaurant, ‘a man, a–how you say?–yes, sacked. An employe whom I yesterday sacked, today he returns. I say to him, “Cochon, va!”‘

‘What’s that?’

‘I say, “Peeg, go!” How you say? Yes, “pop off!” I say, “Peeg, pop off!” But he–no, no; he sits and will not go. Come in, officer, and expel him.’

With massive dignity the policeman entered the restaurant. At one of the tables sat Paul, calm and distrait. From across the room Jeanne stared freezingly.

‘What’s all this?’ inquired Constable Parsons. Paul looked up.

‘I too,’ he admitted, ‘I cannot understand. Figure to yourself, monsieur. I enter this cafe to lunch, and this man here would expel me.’

‘He is an employe whom I–I myself–have but yesterday dismissed,’ vociferated M. Bredin. ‘He has no money to lunch at my restaurant.’

The policeman eyed Paul sternly.

‘Eh?’ he said. ‘That so? You’d better come along.’

Paul’s eyebrows rose.

Before the round eyes of M. Bredin he began to produce from his pockets and to lay upon the table bank-notes and sovereigns. The cloth was covered with them.

He picked up a half-sovereign.

‘If monsieur,’ he said to the policeman, ‘would accept this as a slight consolation for the inconvenience which this foolish person here has caused him–‘

‘Not half,’ said Mr Parsons, affably. ‘Look here’–he turned to the gaping proprietor–‘if you go on like this you’ll be getting yourself into trouble. See? You take care another time.’

Paul called for the bill of fare.

It was the inferior person who had succeeded to his place as waiter who attended to his needs during the meal; but when he had lunched it was Jeanne who brought his coffee.

She bent over the table.

‘You sold your picture, Paul–yes?’ she whispered. ‘For much money? How glad I am, dear Paul. Now we will–‘

Paul met her glance coolly.

‘Will you be so kind,’ he said, ‘as to bring me also a cigarette, my good girl?’