"Together!" exclaimed the questioner.
"Oh, no! The Major has the little blonde that he has brought for the last month; his wife has Mr. Nikles of the Planet. Then—"
But Mr. Weil interrupted him again.
"You'll let them run into each other some day and there'll be a nice time."
"Never fear that. The boys understand thoroughly. He comes earlier and stays later than she. Besides, we never let anybody meet on the stairs. The waiters cry out, 'You must go back; it is bad luck!' if any of them seem in danger of running into each other. They are as safe from discovery here as if they were in places a mile apart."
Some one descended the stairs at this moment and Leveson tiptoed to the door and opened it half an inch to peer at them.
"You know I have no object in saying these things," said Weil, "except to save your precious self from trouble. Who is that going out?"
"Some new people; it is the third time they have been here."
"Well," asked Weil, impatiently, "who are they?"