I don't wonder people get their doctors to tell them to come back." Burnamy told them a number of facts he said Stoller had got together about the place, and had given him to put in shape.

It was run in the interest of people who had got out of order, so that they would keep coming to get themselves in order again; you could hardly buy an unwholesome meal in the town; all the cooking was 'kurgemass'.

He won such favor with his facts that he could not stop in time: he said to March, "But if you ever should have a fancy for a fish of your personal acquaintance, there's a restaurant up the Tepl, where they let you pick out your trout in the water; then they catch him and broil him for you, and you know what you are eating." "Is it a municipal restaurant ?" "Semi-municipal," said Burnamy, laughing.
"We'll take Mrs.March," said her husband, and in her gravity Burnamy felt the limitations of a woman's sense of humor, which always define themselves for men so unexpectedly.
He did what he could to get back into her good graces by telling her what he knew about distinctions and dignities that he now saw among the breakfasters.

The crowd had now grown denser till the tables were set together in such labyrinths that any one who left the central aisle was lost in them.

The serving-girls ran more swiftly to and fro, responding with a more nervous shrillness to the calls of "Fraulein! Fraulein!" that followed them.