“That’s the greasiest varlet unhung,” remarked Bunny. “I’m sure he’s an awful scoundrel. He looks as if he had stepped out of some Vision of Sin. You could imagine him as a confidential scullion of the Borgias.”
Jasper smiled indulgently. His young friend’s expressions of likes and dislikes were generally forcible.
“They seem to know you here,” he said.
“Oh yes. I often come. I found out the place a little while ago. That’s the proprietor, Antonelli, in there playing dominoes. He’s always at it. Heaven knows how the thing is run. I think the unspeakable Giuseppe does most of it. And Vittoria—the demoiselle du comptoir—she’s old Antonelli’s niece. And this thing waddling in here is the cat. I’ve christened him Corpo di Bacco. The other waiter’s name is Auguste. Now you know the whole fam
