I gave up my coat; we entered the dining-room to the sound of some warlike march played by the gipsies, we advanced between two rows of tables laid for dinner as along an easy path of glory, and, feeling a happy glow imparted to our bodies by the rhythms of the orchestra which rendered us its military honours, gave us this unmerited triumph, we concealed it beneath it grave and frozen mien, beneath a languid, casual gait, so as not to be like those music-hall "mashers" who, having wedded a ribald verse to a patriotic air, come running on to the stage with the martial countenance of a victorious general.