Black Slippers: Bellotti

At the table beyond us With her little suede slippers off, With her white-stocking'd feet Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin, She converses: 'Connaissez-vous Ostende?' The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the restaurant Replies with a certain hauteur, But I await with patience, To see how Celestine will re-enter her slippers. She re-enters them with a groan.