Nicole leading the way, they hurried through the thronged streets, scenting at every step the inviting odor of soups and stews, until they arrived at a large tavern, or brasserie, around which was a thick crowd struggling for admission.
"Have you heard of Santerre?" Nicole said. "A very wise man who has discovered that the seat of popularity lies in the stomach."
"The Romans placed all the affections there."
"Ah, you've had an education," Nicole said, with a new respect. "There's Santerre."
Before the entrance a huge mass of a man, boisterous in his hospitality and his laughter, was distributing enormous hand-shakes.
Nicole saluted him with evident familiarity.
"I have brought you a patriot to dinner, citoyen!"
Santerre winced a bit and grumbled:
"Eh, Nicole, and you have brought yourself along."