When I Returned To The Hotel For Breakfast - Which Was Exactly Like The Supper, And Consisted Mainly Of Green Tea And Dry Toast - There Was A Commotion Among The Waiters And The Hack-Drivers Over A Nervous Little Old Man, Who Was In Haste To Depart For The Morning Train.

He was a specimen of provincial antiquity such as could not be seen elsewhere.

His costume was of the oddest: a long-waisted coat reaching nearly to his heels, short trousers, a flowered silk vest, and a napless hat. He carried his baggage tied up in mealbags, and his attention was divided between that and two buxom daughters, who were evidently enjoying their first taste of city life. The little old man, who was not unlike a petrified Frenchman of the last century, had risen before daylight, roused up his daughters, and had them down on the sidewalk by four o'clock, waiting for hack, or horse-car, or something to take them to the station. That he might be a man of some importance at home was evident, but he had lost his head in the bustle of this great town, and was at the mercy of all advisers, none of whom could understand his mongrel language. As we came out to take the horse-car, he saw his helpless daughters driven off in one hack, while he was raving among his meal-bags on the sidewalk. Afterwards we saw him at the station, flying about in the greatest excitement, asking everybody about the train; and at last he found his way into the private office of the ticket-seller.

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