Intrigue, adventure, or whatever it was, and to whatever end, he plunged into it.

He drew out a card case, selected a card on which he wrote "Room 12, Continental," and passed it over the table.

She read it, and slipped it into her purse.
Maurice thought: "Who wouldn't join the army with such recruiting officers ?" While the pantomime took place, a man pushed by Maurice's chair and crossed over to the table recently occupied by him.

He sat down, lit a short pipe, rested his feet on the lowest rung of the ladder-like railing, and contemplated the western hills, which by now were enveloped in moon mists.

Neither Maurice nor his mysterious vis-a-vis remarked him.