I think if Mademoiselle were to see him!" The girl jumped up at once.
"Do you know his name ?" she asked.
"Monsieur Alphonse, they call him.

He is on duty now." Phyllis Poynton descended at once to the ground floor of the hotel, and pushed open the glass door which led into the coiffeur's shop.

Monsieur Alphonse was waiting upon a customer, and she was given a chair.

In a few minutes he descended the spiral iron staircase and desired to know Mademoiselle's pleasure.
"You speak English ?" she asked.
"But certainly, Mademoiselle." She gave a little sigh of relief.
"I wonder," she said, "if you remember waiting upon my brother last Thursday week.

He was tall and fair, and something like me.