from the plate.

"And permit me to beg your acceptance of these _crepes_, a dish peculiar to
France and eaten as a matter of custom on Mardi Gras," said M'sieur in his
most correct English, producing his plate with a flourish worthy of a
head-waiter.

"'Tis with all the pleasure in life we'll be tasting thim--" commenced
Coghlan. Then his eye fell on the dish and his voice dropped. M'sieur was
also showing signs of embarrassment.

"It seems _crepes_ is but another name for pancakes," said the Sergeant-
Major heavily, after a pause.

"But yes--and I am already filled to repletion."

"We've aiten our fill too, Peggy an' me, an' they're spoilt whin they're
cowld. It's severely disappointed Peggy will be to find thim wasted."

"And Madame will be desolated to despair."

They stared blankly at each other for a few minutes. Then M'sieur took a
heroic resolve.

"We must not hurt the feelings of those excellent women," he said firmly.
"There is but one course open to us."

Coghlan nodded assent. Solemnly and without enthusiasm they sat on the
stairs and consumed the pancakes to the last crumb. Then, leaden-eyed and
breathing hard, they took their empty plates and entered their respective
flats.

A few minutes later they again encountered on the stairs. Once more they
were laden with comestibles.

"For Monsieur Lariviere," explained M'sieur. "Madame insisted. She has a
heart of gold, that woman."

"Peggy's sending these up too," said the Sergeant-Major. "I towld her thim
pancakes was the greatest surprise you iver tasted."

M'sieur nodded. In response to Hippolyte's invitation they entered the
room, and M'sieur took command of the conversation. The Sergeant-Major
stood stiffly to attention, feeling that the occasion demanded it.

"Two little gifts," said M'sieur, "of epicurean distinction. The _crepes_
of Madame Bonneton are an achievement, but the pancakes of Madame Coghlan
are irresistible."

"I thank you from the recesses of my heart," said Hippolyte with emotion;
"but--you understand me--as the slave of Art I am compelled to forgo such
pleasures."

"My friend," said M'sieur sternly, to refuse them would be an affront to
the cooking of these excellent ladies. A true housewife esteems her cooking
only next to her virtue. You must _eat_ them--while they are hot."

"But my _tremolo_--my _sostenuto_ will be ruined," said Hippolyte wildly.

"What is your _tremolo_ to a woman's tears?" said M'sieur, with an e