Come along." Tom did not at all like risking his seat, and particularly charged the lady next to him to preserve it from invasion at the risk of her life.
Then wondering a little at Mr Armstrong's impatience to reach the fresh air, he followed him out.
The Frenchman witnessed the proceeding with some little disappointment, and sat craning his neck in the direction in which they had gone for some minutes.

Then, as if moved by a similar yearning for fresh air, he too left his seat and went out.
The band was beginning to play as he did so, and most of the loiterers were crowding back for the second part.
"You go in; I'll come directly," said Mr Armstrong to the boy.
Tom needed no second invitation, and a moment later had forgotten everything in the delightful prelude to the "break-down." He did not even observe that Mr Armstrong had not returned to his seat.
"Well, Gustav," said that gentleman in French as the foreigner approached him, where he waited in the outer lobby.
"_Eh bien, man cher_," replied the other, "'ow 'appy I am to see you.

I can speak ze Englise foine, _n'est ce pas_ ?" "What are you doing in London ?" "I am vaiter, _garcon_ at ze private hotel.

'Zey give me foods and drinks and one black coat, but not no vage.

_Oh, mon ami_, it is ver' ver' 'ard." "And the old man ?" "_Ah, helas_! he is ver' ver' ill.