"We think it reflects credit on her customers." March had begun his breakfast with-the voracious appetite of an early-rising invalid.

"What coffee!" He drew a long sigh after the first draught.
"It's said to be made of burnt figs," said Burnamy, from the inexhaustible advantage of his few days' priority in Carlsbad.
"Then let's have burnt figs introduced at home as soon as possible.
But why burnt figs?
That seems one of those doubts which are much more difficult than faith." "It's not only burnt figs," said Burnamy, with amiable superiority, "if it is burnt figs, but it's made after a formula invented by a consensus of physicians, and enforced by the municipality.

Every cafe in Carlsbad makes the same kind of coffee and charges the same price." "You are leaving us very little to find out for ourselves," sighed March.
"Oh, I know a lot more things.

Are you fond of fishing ?" "Not very." "You can get a permit to catch trout in the Tepl, but they send an official with you who keeps count, and when you have had your sport, the trout belong to the municipality just as they did before you caught them." "I don't see why that isn't a good notion: the last thing I should want to do would be to eat a fish that I had caught, and that I was personally acquainted with.

Well, I'm never going away from Carlsbad.