He hadn't any sort of excuse--my name and business address were on my letter paper.

Now I'm just going round to see what a United States Ambassador's for, in this connection." Mr.Malt rose and the waiter withdrew his chair.

"Thank you, _garcon_," said he.

"I'm coming back again--do you understand?
This is not my last meal," and the waiter bowed as if that were a statement which had to be acknowledged, but was of the least possible consequence to him personally.

"Well, Mr.Wick," continued Mr.Malt, brushing the crumbs from his waistcoat, "I'll say good morning, and to your ladies also.