He read the English newspapers, and wrote letters until midnight.

Then he ordered a carriage and drove to the Cafe Montmartre.
He mounted the stairs and passed through the little bar which led into the supper-room.

Monsieur Albert came forward with a low bow.
"You can find me a table, I suppose ?" Duncombe remarked, looking round.
"Where shall I sit ?" Monsieur Albert shook his head slowly.

His hands were outstretched, his manner sad, but resigned.
"I am very sorry, Monsieur, but to-night every place is taken.

I have had to turn others away already," he declared.