The Grand Babylon was resolutely opposed to American methods of eating, drinking, and lodging--but especially American methods of drinking.

The resentment of Jules, on being requested to supply Mr Theodore Racksole with an Angel Kiss, will therefore be appreciated.
'Anybody with Mr Theodore Racksole ?' asked Jules, continuing his conversation with Miss Spencer.

He put a scornful stress on every syllable of the guest's name.
'Miss Racksole--she's in No.

111.' Jules paused, and stroked his left whisker as it lay on his gleaming white collar.
'She's where ?' he queried, with a peculiar emphasis.
'No.

111.