Every rarity known to the gourmet that telegraph could summon to the table in time was served in course upon course.

Even the sweetmeats in the little gold dishes cost on an average a dollar a bon-bon, while the wine was hardly less valuable than liquid radium.

Or at least such was the sworn information subsequently supplied by Count Bunker to the reporter of "The Torrydhulish Herald." Eleanor was in her highest spirits.

She sat between the Baron and Mr.Gallosh, delighted with the honest pleasure and admiration of the merchant, and all the time becoming more satisfied with the demeanor and conversation of the chief.

In fact, the only disappointment she felt was connected with the appearance of Miss Gallosh.