Two bell-
boys sprang forward--the one to take the bags, the other to offer to
show Mrs. Gray to the reception-room.
"No, thank you, I ain't particular," said she sweetly; "I'll wait for
Reuben here." And she dropped into the nearest chair, while her husband
advanced toward the desk. She noticed that men were looking curiously at
her, and she felt relieved when Reuben and the pretty boy came back and
said they would go up to their room.
She stood the elevator pretty well, though she gave a little gasp (which
she tried to choke into a cough) as it started. Reuben turned to the
boy.
"Where can I get somethin' to eat?"
"Luncheon is being served in the main dining-room on the first floor,
sir."
Visions of a lunch as he knew it in Emily's pantry came to him, and he
looked a little dubious.
"Well, I'm pretty hungry; but if that's all I can get I suppose it will
have to do."
Ten minutes later an officious head waiter, whom Emily looked upon with
timid awe, was seating them in a superbly appointed dining-room. Reuben
looked at the menu doubtfully, while an attentive, soft-voiced man at
his elbow bent low to catch his order. Few of the strange-looking words
conveyed any sort of meaning to the poor hungry man.
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