In the centre, surrounded by his bodyguard, was his lordship, in a large _attila_ with gold buttons, reaching down to his knee; the circumference of his body constrained him to hold his head a little thrown back, and he supported himself with a gold-headed Spanish cane.

It was now quite evident how ill that scornful, mocking expression of his became his face, and wholly distorted its naturally jovial character.
"Come nearer, sirrah!" he called to the innkeeper in a loud imperious voice.

"Throw open your apartments, and make ready for our entertainment.

Give us wine, tokay, and _menes_; give us also pheasants, artichokes, and crab salad." The innkeeper humbly took off his hat, held it in his hand, and replied with the utmost calmness and _sangfroid_-- "God hath brought your lordship to us; I will serve you with everything you command.

I would only beg of you to pardon me for not possessing either tokay or _menes_.