He leant back, and took a key from its hook.
"Page!" he said.

"Show Mr.Curtis and her ladyship to Suite F." Then he added, as an afterthought: "Would you like dinner served in your sitting-room, sir ?" "I think so," said Curtis, "but my wife shall decide a little later." Hermione kept silent until they were safely behind the closed door of a well-furnished and delightfully spacious apartment.
"Of course, I bear all expenses," she said firmly.
"What--are we quarreling already ?" he asked.
"No, but----" "You think I am being wildly extravagant.

Why, bless your ladyship's dear little heart, this hotel doesn't begin to know how to charge like a taxi.

Now, no argument till to-morrow.

An American millionaire can really be quite a decent sort of fellow at times, and, if we may assume that this is one of the times, please let me play at being a millionaire--for once." She raised her veil, and looked at him, straight in the eyes.
"Why are you so different from other men?
Why have I never before spoken to a man like you ?" she asked.
"But I am not different, and there are plenty of men like me; the other poor chaps haven't had my glorious chance of serving you--that is all.
Now, won't you go and see if your room is comfortable, and whether or not Marcelle's quarters are just right?
Then come back here, and we'll discuss menus, for which purpose I shall ring for a waiter _ek dum_." "Is that Chinese ?" "No, Hindustani.