As he walked from the Kleinseite through the Old Town to Madame Zamenoy's bright-looking house in the New Town, he had comforted himself greatly with thoughts of the coming feast.

The representation which his imagination made to him of the banquet sufficed to produce happiness, and he went along hardly envying any man.

His propensities at the moment were the propensities of a beast.

And yet he was submitting himself to the terrible poverty which made so small a matter now a matter of joy to him, because there was a something of nobility within him which made him true to the master who had been true to him, when they had both been young together.

Even now he resolved, as he sharpened his teeth, that through all the soup and all the sausage he would be true to the Balatkas.