We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me.
It was not a question now of how much money I should have left over for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill.
It would be mortifying to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that.
I knew exactly how much I had and if the bill came to more I had made up my mind that I would put my hand in a dramatic cry start up and say it had been picked.
of course it would be awkward if she had not money enough either to pay the bill. Then only thing would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared.
They were enormous, succulent, and appetizing.
The smell of the melted butter tickled my nostrils as the nostrils of Jehovah were tickled by the burned offerings of the virtuous Semites. the abandoned woman thrust them down her throat in large voluptuous mouthfuls and in my polite way i discoursed on the condition of the drama in the Balkans.
At last, she finished.