The other shrugged his shoulders and looked askance.

"Oh, yes,--I--understand," murmured the puzzled one, recovering himself.

For the next ten minutes he wondered who Raggles could be.
He had eaten his strawberries and was waiting for the eggs and coffee, resentfully eying the early risers who were now coming in for their coffee and rolls.

They had slept--he could tell by the complacent manner in which their hair was combed and by the interest they found in the scenery which he had come, by tedious familiarity, to loathe and scorn.
The actions of two young women near the door attracted his attention.
From their actions he suddenly gathered that they were discussing him,--and in a more or less facetious fashion, at that.

They whispered and looked shy and grinned in a most disconcerting manner.