. ‘Stay, Saling!’
The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day:
an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper
meed of sympathy. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant
across from each other. Above the housetops it was different. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then
than you yourself are now. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he
had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral
pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he
had done?
He stared dully at the footrail. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face
resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. “I never dreamt!” she said. There's something human about you now. ‘Well, I thought as how someone in the house in Paddington might see me
hanging about outside like. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty. For a time they walked in silence.
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