"The waiter carried off the wild boar: meantime I tasted the beef and prunes, but, to do more than taste it, was out of the question; and, when the man returned, I bid him change my plate. His astonishment was greater than ever.
"'What!' cried he, 'does not monsieur like beef and prunes?'
"'No.'
"'M. Goethe was passionately addicted to it.'
"'I am sorry not to have the same addictions as the author of Faust. Make me an omelet.'
"In a few minutes back came the waiter with the omelet. It looked uncommonly nice, and I was uncommonly hungry. Nevertheless, I could not swallow the first mouthful.
"'What the devil have you put into your omelet? An omelet should be made with butter, eggs, salt, and pepper.'
"'Certainly, sir. It is made with butter, eggs, salt, and pepper.'
"'And what else?'
"'A little flour.'