She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. ’ ‘Well for him,’ remarked Captain Roding. She backed away from him. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. I often think of those delightful evenings in Paris.
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