Madame already ordered the breakfast on Saturday.

The same apartment.

And you can trust to me." The suave politeness of the well-greased palm.
There was a mild-eyed wonder in the eyes of the dashing attaches of the Astor Place Bank as Randall Clayton entered on this fateful Monday morning.

For, with that unconscious desire to please of the lover, Clayton's attire bespoke an unaccustomed elegance.
And yet a discreet silence was observed as the sixty thousand dollars was transferred, and the flying fingers of the lynx-eyed clerks filled up the dozen drafts which Clayton impatiently awaited.
In his haste Clayton hailed a passing coupe, dashed away to the office, and quickly snapping his door after delivering over his trust, glided down the stairs.

"To the Irving Place Theater," ordered the impatient lover, and then the minutes seemed hours till he had paid off his man, and then, by Fourteenth Street, hastily entered the darkened hallway of the Restaurant Bavaria.
He was but vaguely aware of the presence of Madame Raffoni, as he bowed low before his hostess.