I am Russian, but dare not employ a Russian waiter.

These English would not come to my shop if I did." I looked around, and it struck me that the trade of the place mainly consisted in chops and steaks for chance customers at mid-day, and tea and cake for those swarms of women who each afternoon buzz around that long line of windows of the "world's provider." I could see that his was a cheap trade, as revealed by the printed notice stuck upon one of the long fly-blown mirrors: "Ices _4d_ and _6d_." "How long has Olinto been with you ?" I inquired.
"About a year--perhaps a little more.

I trust him implicitly, and I leave him in charge when I go away for holidays.

He does not get along very well with the cook--who is Milanese.

These Italians from different provinces always quarrel," he added, laughing.