At the Cafe The speaker presents himself as conflicted and troubled amid the revels at Pfaff's bar. We were all very merry at Pfaff's. Did you think While I laughed with the rest, just a trifle too gay, That ma mignonne was false, that I buried my friend, That my castles in Spain had been plundered that day-- Did you think? Did you think, as you watched me and weighed every word And then smiling complacently, understood all, That my heart, as I passed the Rhine wine to the boys, Was as black as the midnight and bitter as gall-- Did you think? Did you think that those small, wary, twinkling gray eyes That look over and under and into things so, Could read me--a primer? that you could let drop A sly plummet right down in the depths of my wo-- Did you think? You will kill me with laughter, some day, you dear owl I was happy that night, though the girl was a cheat Could I grieve for a flirt, when the man that I loved Was so sweetly at rest from his head to his feet-- Did you think?