Presently there was the noise of a motor arriving.

It whirled into the gate and stopped where they usually do, a little at one side.

It was very dusty and travel-stained, and beside the chauffeur there got out a tall, fair Englishman.

The personnel of the hotel came forward to meet him with empressement, and as he passed where Mr.Cloudwater and Mrs.Howard were sitting, they heard him say: "My servant brought the luggage by train this morning, so I suppose the rooms are ready." "They are a wonderful race," Mr.Cloudwater remarked, "aren't they, Sabine.

I never can understand why you should so persistently avoid them--they really have much more in common with ourselves than Latins." "That is why perhaps--one likes contrasts--and French and Russians, or Germans, are far more intelligent.