"Monsieur Pettipon," he said, "the sort of man I like is the man who
takes his job seriously. You would not have raised such a devil of a
fuss about so small a thing as this if you were not that sort of man. I
am going to have you made steward of my suite immediately, Monsieur
Pettipon. Now you may toss that thing out of the porthole."
"Oh, no, monsieur!" cried Alphonse Pettipon, great, grateful tears
rushing to his eyes. "Never in this life! Him I shall keep always in my
watch charm."