"I have a most desirable suite on the fifteenth floor, with a splendid outlook over the park." "That will do." "The name, please ?" queried the gentleman, reaching for a pen.
"Mrs.David Harrison," invented Mrs.De Peyster.
"When do your employers wish to occupy the suite ?" pursued the courtly voice of the secretary of the embassy.
"Our employers!" repeated Mrs.De Peyster.

And then with wrathful hauteur: "The apartment is for ourselves.

We desire to occupy it at once." The gentleman glanced her up and down; then up and down his eyes went over Matilda, just behind her.

There was no doubting what Matilda was; and since the two were patently the same, there could be no doubt as to what Mrs.De Peyster was.
"I'm sorry--but, after all, the suite is not available," he said courteously.
"Not available ?" cried Mrs.De Peyster.

"Why not ?" "I prefer to say no more." "But I insist!" "Since you insist--the Dauphin does not receive servants, even of the higher order, as regular guests." The hotel clerk's voice was silken with courtesy; there was no telling with what important families these two were connected; and it would not do to give offense.