The cathedral also is built in a rather clumsy Gothic style, and is overloaded with ornaments and embroideries: but there is one notable thing, at least, in Saint-Pol, and that is the _table d'hote_ of the inn.
The girl who waits on it has gold earrings dangling against her white neck and a cap with turned up wings, like Moliere's soubrettes, and her sparkling blue eyes would incline anyone to ask her for something more than mere plates.

But the guests! What guests! All _habitues_! At the upper end sat a creature in a velvet jacket and a cashmere waistcoat.

He tied his napkin around the bottles that had been uncorked, in order to be able to distinguish them.

He ladled the soup.

On his left, sat a man in a light grey frock-coat, with the cuffs and collar trimmed with a sort of curly material representing fur; he ate with his hat on and was the professor of music at the local college.