"Does he live here?" Gammon asked of a waiter whom he had drawn
aside.
"He has a bedroom, sir."
Lord Polperro said that he felt a sudden faintness and must take
refreshment. Having drunk, he began to talk in a loud voice about
his private affairs, addressing a stranger who sat by him and whom
he took for Gammon.
"I shall stay here. I shall certainly wait here for Greenacre. I
can't run the risk of missing him to-night."
Gammon caught him by the arm and persuaded him to come out into the
passage; but the only result of this was that Lord Polperro
dismissed the cab, repeating obstinately that he would wait
Greenacre's arrival.
"But ten to one he's waiting for us down yonder," urged Gammon.
"He won't wait very long, and we shall pass him on the road if we go
back now. I tell you it is my pleasure to remain here! You forget
yourself, Gammon. I know we are old friends, but you forget our
positions."
The man of commerce laughed contemptuously.
"Look here," he said the next moment. "Let's walk as far as St.
Paul's and have a look at the crowd.
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