—But ... said another.
—But we do not bring them to Paris, continued another.—In Paris it is not the fashion. Eagles are a nuisance. You see what it has already done. If it amuses you to let it eat your liver you are at liberty to do so; but I must tell you that it is a painful sight. When you do it you should hide yourself.
Prometheus, confused, murmured: Excuse me, gentlemen,—Oh! I am really sorry. What can I do?
—You ought to get rid of it before you come in, sir.
And some said: Smother it.
And others: Sell it. The newspaper offices are there for nothing else, sir.
And in the tumult which followed no one noticed Damocles, who suddenly asked the waiter for the bill.
The waiter gave him the following:
| 3 lunches (with conversation) | Fr. 30.00 |
| Shop window | 450.00 |
| A glass eye for Cocles | 3.50 |