It was still going on as we entered the hotel, and from a window, we saw that he was sitting alone in the tonneau, talking to himself, as the motor drove away.
"How long will it take you to pack?" my companion asked me.
"About an hour," I said.
"There's a train for New York at two," said he.
We moved over to the porter's desk, and were arranging for tickets and reservations when the Exposition Official, who had assigned our guide to us, passed through the lobby.
"Did you enjoy your morning?" he inquired.
We gazed at him for a moment, in silence. Then, in a hoarse voice, I managed to say: "We shall not go out with him this afternoon."
"But he is counting on it," protested the Official.
"We shall not go out with him this afternoon!" said my companion, in a voice that caused heads to turn.
"Why not?" inquired the other.