The table d'hote in the Black Raven is
the most expensive in Amsterdam, and only wealthy people put their
feet under my table and enjoy my dishes."
While she thus spoke, her glance wandered searchingly over Balby,
who did not seem to remark it, or to comprehend her significant
words.
"Madame," said he, "allow me to remark that we have not dined. My
brother, whose will is always mine, prefers taking his dinner in his
own apartment, where he has more quiet comfort and can better enjoy
your rare viands. He never dines at a table d'hote. In every
direction he has heard of your wonderful pie, and I come in his name
to ask that you will be so good as to prepare one for his dinner to-
day,"
Madame Blaken laughed aloud. "Truly said; that is not a bad idea of
your brother's. My pasty is celebrated throughout all Holland, and I
have generally one ready in case a rich or renowned guest should
desire it. But this pie is not for every man!"
"My brother wants it for himself--himself alone," said Balby,
decisively. Even the proud hostess felt his tone imposing.
"Sir," said she, after a short pause, "forgive me if I speak plainly
to you.
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