"Yes," said Guadeloupe. "You know, with toast in it, and plenty of cheese."
"Why, Herr President, I do not believe an onion has been served in the palace since the Reign of Terror."
Romsteck rang for the chef.
"Monsieur Pigalle," he said, "will you rehearse for the Herr President what dishes have been arranged for dinner this evening."
Pigalle, with a Frenchman's eye for a pretty girl, was in his element.
"With the greatest pleasure. To welcome the President and his daughter I have planned as follows. The menu is plain, in deference to a republican simplicity of taste, but I hope not displeasing. Hors d'œuvres varies, served in the Adriatic fashion. To follow, Homard Paprika. I thought that then a culotte de boeuf garnie, au vin de Madére; or if that seems a trifle rich we could substitute filets mignons piqués de truffes. Not to overload the stomach, Mademoiselle, I thought that some pancakes burning in raspberry brandy would be amusing; followed by a
