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Students And nightingales quite undeterred. And then that last extravagance— O Jeanne, a single amber glance Will pay him—"Let's play millionaire For just two hours—on princely fare, At some hotel where lovers dine À deux and pledge across the wine!" They find a damask breakfast-room, Where stiff silk roses range their bloom. The garçon has a splendid way Of bearing in grand déjeuner Then to be left alone, alone, High up above Rue Castiglione; Curtained away from all the rude Rumors, in silken solitude; And, John her head upon your knees— Time waits for moments such as these.

Sleek, pleasant, pompous and paternal
 * Is our Eugene;

High priest and saint and alchemist of
 * His copper-bright cuisine.

He knows us all, translates us into French—
 * Sonia the Muscovite,