Frank’s companions observed the bewildered look on his face, and they wondered if he had made a blunder.
“What does monsieur want?” again asked the waiter.
“I want to see the proprietor,” said Frank boldly, speaking in most excellent French. “It is important. Tell him that I must see him at once.”
“Yes, monsieur.”
The waiter bowed low, and departed. After a little, he returned with a gentlemanly looking man, who had a white mustache and imperial, and carried himself with a military air.
“Monsieur,” said the waiter to Frank, “this is M. Delambre.”
M. Delambre bowed in a most courteous manner.
“And what favor may I have the honor of doing you, gentlemen?” he asked suavely.
“I was here this afternoon,” said Frank, speaking boldly and to the point.
“And you return again to-night,” smiled M. Delambre in a flattered manner. “That speaks well for the manner in which you were entertained. Accept my thanks.”