The captain smiled and caressed his chin. "No, sir, the hotel does not
belong to me. It is owned by Mr. Paliser."
"Thank you. So I thought. I am Mr. Paliser. A private dining-room on
Sunday for two."
But now Cassy and the Tamburini, hatted and cloaked, were returning. The
chastened waiter moved aside. Through the still crowded halls, Paliser
accompanied them to the street where, a doorkeeper assiduously
assisting, he got them into a taxi, asked the addresses, paid the
mechanician, saw them off.
Manfully, as the cab veered, the Tamburini swore.
"You damn fool, that man is rich as all outdoors."