The char à banc stopped before the door of the hotel; and the coachman, getting down from his seat in front, opened the door. A very dignified-looking gentleman stepped out; and, after standing a moment on the piazza to give some directions about his portmanteau, he went into the office of the hotel.
Rollo, looking down from the window of his uncle George's room, could see all these things very plainly; for the roof which protected the piazza from the rain was up at the top of the hotel, and therefore did not interfere with his view.
After having made the above-described observations from the window, Rollo began to think that he would like to go down below to the door, where he thought he could see what was going on to better advantage.
"Uncle George," said he, "when are you going down to breakfast?"
"In about half an hour," said Mr. George. "I have got another letter to write."
"Then I believe I will go down now," said Rollo, "and wait there till you come."
"Very well," said Mr. George; "and please order breakfast, and then it will be all ready when I get my letter finished."
"What shall I order?" asked Rollo.
"I don't know," said Mr. George. "I don't know what it is the fashion to have for breakfast here. Ask them what they have got, and then choose for yourself and me."
So Rollo, putting on his cap, went down stairs.