"I shall never forget Madame's look of astonishment," he cried, "as the
pancakes were turned out of the poele, and disappeared wholesale like
lightning." 'Ah, madame,' I said, 'you have yet to learn the capacious
appetites of our Breton boys and girls. It is one of the few things in
which they are not slow and phlegmatic.'
"'And have not improved in,' laughed Madame. 'These habits are the
remains of barbarism.'
"'Madame,' I replied, 'you must not forget that we are descended from
the Ancient Britons.' Ah! that was a clencher, Madame laughed, but she
said no more."
"Until she returned," added our hostess. "Then she whispered to me:
'Madame Hellard, those pancakes looked extremely good, and as they are
peculiar to Brittany, you must give us some for dinner. I must taste
your _crepes_.'
"'Madame la Comtesse,' I returned, 'Brittany has many peculiarities; we
cannot deny it; would that they were all as innocent as these crepes. My
chef is not a Breton, and he will not make them, perhaps, quite a la
maniere des notres; but I will superintend him for once. You shall have
our famous dish.
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