It is Kamtschatka, or some such place, and there must be cannibals here." The borders of the Seine, which were entirely fresh to them, and which recalled the pictures of the salon, were a delightful novelty to these people, accustomed to the dusty streets of the city.
Seated between the Prince and the Japanese, and opposite Varhely and General Vogotzine, the Baroness thoroughly enjoyed her breakfast.

Prince Andras had not spared the Tokay--that sweet, fiery wine, of which the Hungarians say proudly: "It has the color and the price of gold;" and the liquor disappeared beneath the moustache of the Russian General as in a funnel.

The little Baroness, as she sipped it with pretty little airs of an epicure, chatted with the Japanese, and, eager to increase her culinary knowledge, asked him for the receipt for a certain dish which the little yellow fellow had made her taste at a dinner given at his embassy.
"Send it to me, will you, Yamada?
I will have my cook make it; nothing gives me so much pleasure as to be able to offer to my guests a new and strange dish.

I will give you the receipt also, Jacquemin.

Oh! it is such an odd-tasting dish! It gives you a sensation of having been poisoned." "Like the guests in Lucrezia Borgia," laughed the Parisian Japanese.
"Do you know Lucrezia Borgia ?" "Oh, yes; they have sung it at Yokohama.