"Sick. Crowded to-night, Guiseppe."
"Yes, sare. Lots of guys here to-night. Big business."
"The waiter appears to know you," said George's companion.
"Oh, yes," said George, "I'm in here all the time."
"Ah," said the other, thoughtfully.
The soup arrived, and George set about it with a willing spoon. His companion became hideously involved with spaghetti.
"This your first visit to New York?" asked George, after an interval.
"No, indeed, sir. I live in New York."
"Oh, I thought you were up from the country."
"No, sir. I live right here in New York."