She was really longing only to be alone and to rest.
She thought, however, of the poor invalid to whom their meeting at dinner-time was the one break of the day.
"Very well," she promised, "I will be down in ten minutes." Draconmeyer, as the lift bore her upwards, strolled away.

Although the custom was a strange one to him, he sought out the American bar and drank a cocktail.

Then he lit a cigarette and made his way back into the lounge, moving restlessly about, his hands behind his back, his forehead knitted.

In his way he had been a great schemer, and in the crowded hall of the hotel that night, surrounded by a wonderfully cosmopolitan throng of loungers and passers-by, he lived again through the birth and development of many of the schemes which his brain had conceived since he had left his mother-country.

One and all they had been successful.