"By telegraph."
"Let me see the despatch."
One of the functionaries—the clerk—handed me the document.
"Is this the only one?"
"Yes."
"It is signed 'Joseph Hornblend,' you see."
"Yes."
"Then let Hornblend pay for it. Now be good enough to show these young people to a bedroom, and send your head-waiter to me. We will all dine downstairs together in the café."
Since that night in Milan Joseph always has called me "my Lord."