He was reassured at the mention of Robert Wade's name and, hemmed in, all in ignorance that his grave-mannered superior often met a bit of very lively "French color" in the luxurious solitude of the "private view" room, as yet a terra incognita to the young cashier.
For Mr.Robert Wade had a "Sunday-school reputation" to support, and was dignified, worldly wise, a pillar of a fashionable church, and hence, duly sly.

His left hand often wisted not the doings of his right hand, and Lilienthal found in Mr.Robert Wade a judicious and accommodating patron.
"This is a simple-minded youth," grinned Lilienthal, as he turned away.

"He has swallowed my story, and--I fancy I see Mr.Fritz Braun's little game.

I wonder if the Vienna witch is still over there.

I must hurry up and post her.