Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

It seems perhaps a little worldly to return to the subject of tea, but doctors are worldly creatures. However, at this point the doom of the gods descended, for there was no tea to be obtained, only coffee; no bread-and-butter, only little hard biscuits; and the cups, though certainly china, were but little larger than liqueur-glasses. But one of us at least was impervious to disappointments. The War Babe sat silently, with the kitten in his lap, like a seer of visions, until, just as we were about to leave, an impulse suddenly galvanized him.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

There were loose-leaved pocket diaries of abominable ingenuity (irresistible to Adjutants) ; collars and ties to clothe the neck of man, and soap to wash it withal. Hair lotions, safety-razors, pâté de foie gras, sponges and writing-pads jostled each other on the shelves. Walking-sticks and bottles of champagne lay in profusion on the floor. It was less of a restaurant than an emporium, but the Doctor sat down contentedly and rang the bell; and the War Babe threw out battle patrols to reconnoitre the position.
Source: Gutenberg

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