Dale had turned to Johnstone.
"Good-by," said he abruptly. "We close at five."
"I've 'ad a pleasant afternoon, sir."
"It will be deducted from your bill," answered Dale.
After ejecting Johnstone, he stood by the table, looking moodily at the floor.
"What's the matter, Dale?" asked Miss Fane.
"I suppose he thought we were beasts or lunatics."
"Probably," said Philip Hume. "What then?"
"Well, yes," answered Dale, smiling again. "You're quite right, Phil. What then?"