"You look tired, dear," said Mrs. Loveland. "How happy and peaceful we shall feel when we're at home again."
"I wonder?" answered Lesley. But she whispered the words too softly for Aunt Barbara to hear.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Exit Lord Loveland
Loveland walked out of the dining-room of the Waldorf-Astoria hardly knowing what he meant to do.
His wish was to punish those who had insulted him; but how?—was the question ringing in his brain. A gentleman could not knock down a management, or punch its head. "A Management" seemed intangible, out of reach.
Val's first thought was to march up to the desk, and "have a row" with somebody, but an instant's reflection showed him that it would be more in accordance with dignity to go to his own quarters and command a representative of the "Management" to come to him.
This resolve he carried out. Having reached his room, and called down through the telephone for the manager, he was not kept waiting long before a gentlemanly, middle-aged person appeared at his sitting-room door.
"Are you the manager of this hotel?" Loveland enquired brusquely.