Think--this is what they had to eat at the cafes boulevardes of Gomorrah.

And to think we've been at Tony's, before now.

Do you remember," he asked raptly, "those brief and savoury banquets around one o'clock, at Tony's?
From where Little Cawthorne once went away wearing two omelettes instead of his overshoes?
Don't tell me that Tonycana and all this belong to the same system in space.

Don't tell me--" He stopped abruptly and his eyes sought those of St.George.It was all so incredible, and yet it was all so real and so essentially, distractingly natural.
"I feel as if we had stepped through something, to somewhere else.
And yet, somehow, there is so little difference.

Do you suppose when people die _they_ don't notice any difference, either ?" "What I want to know," said Amory, filling his pipe, "is how it's going to look in print.