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who spoke tolerable English; Mr. Goodworthy was an old
friend and he greeted them effusively; they dined in his pri-
vate room with his wife, and to Philip it seemed that he had
never eaten anything so delicious as the beefsteak aux pom-
mes, nor drunk such nectar as the vin ordinaire, which were
set before them.
To Mr. Goodworthy, a respectable householder with ex-
cellent principles, the capital of France was a paradise of the
joyously obscene. He asked the manager next morning what
there was to be seen that was ‘thick.’ He thoroughly enjoyed
these visits of his to Paris; he said they kept you from grow-
ing rusty. In the evenings, after their work was over and
they had dined, he took Philip to the Moulin Rouge and the
Folies Bergeres. His little eyes twinkled and his face wore
a sly, sensual smile as he sought out the pornographic. He
went into all the haunts which were specially arranged for
the foreigner, and afterwards said that a nation could come
to no good which permitted that sort of thing. He nudged
Philip when at some revue a woman appeared with practi-
cally nothing on, and pointed out to him the most strapping
of the courtesans who walked about the hall. It was a vul-
gar Paris that he showed Philip, but Philip saw it with eyes
blinded with illusion. In the early morning he would rush
out of the hotel and go to the Champs Elysees, and stand at
the Place de la Concorde. It was June, and Paris was silvery
with the delicacy of the air. Philip felt his heart go out to the
people. Here he thought at last was romance.
They spent the inside of a week there, leaving on Sunday,
and when Philip late at night reached his dingy rooms in

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