The Street of the Four Winds, Chapter 2

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌⁠“It is fortunate,” said Severn, sitting up and stretching, “that we have tided over the dinner hour, for I have nothing to offer you for supper but what may be purchased with one silver franc.”

The cat on his knee rose, arched her back, yawned, and looked up at him.

“What shall it be? A roast chicken with salad? No? Possibly you prefer beef? Of course,—and I shall try an egg and some white bread. No