43/59 It was a devastation, a pillage; the table presented the appearance of an abandoned battlefield. He and Maria Macapa foregathered in the kitchen. They drew up to the washboard of the sink, feasting off the remnants of the supper, slices of goose, the remains of the lobster salad, and half a bottle of champagne. They were obliged to drink the latter from teacups. "Hark," he added, "they're singing inside." The company had left the table and had assembled about the melodeon, where Selina was seated. |