"We want breakfast," said Maurice; "breakfast for eight."
"Breakfast always is at eight," the man informed them.
"Breakfast for eight people and as quickly as possible."
The man looked doubtful.
"Good heavens!" Maurice cried irritably. "Surely in any decent hotel you can get breakfast for eight."
"What are you?" the man asked. "Theatricals?"
"No, no, no, we've been to a fancy dress ball—and we want breakfast."
In the end they were admitted, and, a chamber-maid having been discovered on a remote landing, the girls were shown into a bedroom.
"I thought this hotel professed to cater for excursions of pleasure," said Maurice frigidly.