He himself lives here at the Grand Hotel.

_Ach_! He is a great man, Herr Carmichael." "So ?" "A friend of the grand duke, a friend of her serene highness, liked everywhere, a fine shot and a great fencer, and rides a horse as if he were sewn to the saddle.

And all the ladies admire him because he dances." "So he dances?
Quite a lady's man." To Grumbach a man who danced was a lady's man, something to be held in contempt.
"You would not call him a lady's man, if you mean he wastes his time on them." "But you say he dances ?" "_Ach, Gott!_ Don't we all dance to some tune or other ?" cried the waiter philosophically.
"You are right; different music, different jigs.

Take the coppers." "Thanks, Herr." The waiter continued his work.
So Herr Carmichael lived here.

That would be convenient.