"It is disgusting."
"And the milk, eh?" said the fat man, blinking and seeming ill at ease.
The lady with the porcelain face said in a sing-song voice: "Everything is very dirty, and they all look very much like Jews."
The red-haired man was rapidly whispering something into the ear of the man with the side-whiskers, as if he were giving replies to his teacher, proud of having learnt his lesson well. His listener seemed tickled, and betrayed curiosity. He wagged his head slightly from side to side, and, in his fat face, his wide-open mouth looked like a hole in a dried-up board. At times he seemed to want to say something and began in a strange, hoarse voice:
"In our province——"
But without continuing he again attentively inclined his head to the lips of the red-haired man.
The fat man sighed heavily, saying:
"How you buzz, John!"
"Well, give me some coffee."
He drew up to the table, causing a clatter, and his companion said impressively: