She bent over her ledgers, blushing.
'Send someone to the 'phone, Tom, and let 'em put me on to the Regency, will you?' said the stranger.
'Yes, sir. Samuels, go and ring up the Regency Theatre—quick!'
Swift departure of a lord.
'And ask Alphonse to come up to my bedroom in ten minutes from now,' the stranger proceeded to Tom. 'I shall want a dandy supper for fourteen at a quarter after eleven.'
'Yes, sir. No dinner, sir?'
'No; we dined on the Pullman. Well, my dear, figured it out yet?'
'Numbers 102, 120, and 107,' said Nina.
'Keys 102, 120, and 107,' said Tom.
Swift departure of another lord to the pagoda.