"All right, grumps! But it would make you laugh. He's coming into the hotel. My eye!"
Not two minutes later the door opened, and there entered a portly figure in light-striped flannels; a pink cummerbund showing beneath the vest; gold-rimmed eyeglasses fixed somewhat awry on his broad nose. He stood at the door for a moment to choose his table.
"By George!" exclaimed Jack, springing up; "it's Schwab himself."
He went towards the door.
"Good-evening, Herr Schwab!" he said, holding out his hand.
The German turned and stared.
"Ach! I haf not ze honour, unless—who do you rebresent, sir?"
Jack smiled. Schwab instantly seized him by the hand.
"Du meine Güte! I abologize. I know you now. Nefer before did I see you in ze evenink dress. How are you, how are you, how are you?"
"Jolly glad to see you," said Jack. "Come and be introduced to my father, and mother, and the rest. You know Brin. We were talking of you only a minute ago."