One recommended him to the others; but what would happen now, when it got about that leaders ran the risk in his house--his house--of losing members of their troupe?
And just now, when he had spent seven hundred and thirty-four guilders in building a concert-hall in his compound.

Was that a thing to do in a respectable hotel?
The cheek, the indecency, the impudence, the atrocity! Vagabond, impostor, swindler, ruffian, schwein-hund! He had seized Davidson by a button of his coat, detaining him in the doorway, and exactly in the line of Mrs.Schomberg's stony gaze.
Davidson stole a glance in that direction and thought of making some sort of reassuring sign to her, but she looked so bereft of senses, and almost of life, perched up there, that it seemed not worth while.
He disengaged his button with firm placidity.

Thereupon, with a last stifled curse, Schomberg vanished somewhere within, to try and compose his spirits in solitude.

Davidson stepped out on the veranda.

The party of customers there had become aware of the explosive interlude in the doorway.