2 May 1888

Up early in this morning by a hard knock at the door from a frantic father to be. We immediately went to the street and caught a cab to the man’s house. The lady that he knew was in labor on a bed in the fifth floor apartment. Today he became the father of a fine son.
I hailed the cab back to the club where I found Charles sitting in the library, and had a literary talk about his Bleak House till dawn. We adjourned to the dining room to revivify our puissance. The chef never being one to dissatisfaction brought out a tray with two plates of Oysters a la Hollandaise, Eggs Molded a la Bedford in Cocottes, and Turkish Coffee.

Oysters a la Hollandaise
Poach the oysters, then drain them, dress them into a deep dish and cover them with Hollandaise sauce.

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