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The small hotel at which Hanaud put up was on the edge of the spacious Place des Quinconces and opposite to the great white memorial to the Girondins. A restaurant occupied the ground floor and Hanaud and Mr. Ricardo sat down by the open window. Outside, a few marble-topped tables and iron chairs were ranged upon the pavement beneath an awning, but two men only were drinking an apéritif at one of them, and they were out of earshot.
"Let us follow their example," said Hanaud, after he had ordered dinner. "Some vermouth, I think. Yes, I promise you we shall eat well here."