Quite suddenly, Paul sat down. He spoke to Marcia in a perfectly
matter-of-fact tone--but a tone loud enough to carry around the
respectfully quieted room. "Never did understand why people came here
without first learning the language. _And_ the manners. I dare say my
Japanese surprised him! Probably an admiral in civies, spying out the
next war. Got a camera in his mustache, I presume, clever devils!"
The Englishman then left the room, shaking from head to foot.
His wife, however, remained staring at her plate. By and by Fred
brought her a stewed fish with which she began to fill her baleful
gizzard.
I would have thought--I would have bet--that this was the end of such
things. The tray, alone, would have done as the month's quota for this
proper restaurant.