What with one thing and another, he felt suddenly that he'd like to go.

He remembered how nearly he had gone there in other company.

"Come on, then," he said, and led the way out.
There was nothing in Travalini's to distinguish it from many other such places--indeed, to distinguish it from the restaurant in which Peter, Donovan, and the girls had dined ten days or so before, except that it was bigger, more garish, more expensive, and, consequently, more British in patronage.

The restaurant was, however, separated more completely from the drinking-lounge, in which, among palms, a string-band played.
There was an hotel above besides, and that helped business, but one could come and go innocently enough, for all that there was "anything a gentleman wants," as the headwaiter, who talked English, called himself a Belgian, and had probably migrated from over the Rhine, said.

Everybody, indeed, visited the place now and again.