They entered together, and by a confused process of inquiry learnt that Greenacre was still absent.
"Does he live here ?" Gammon asked of a waiter whom he had drawn aside.
"He has a bedroom, sir." Lord Polperro said that he felt a sudden faintness and must take refreshment.

Having drunk, he began to talk in a loud voice about his private affairs, addressing a stranger who sat by him and whom he took for Gammon.
"I shall stay here.

I shall certainly wait here for Greenacre.

I can't run the risk of missing him to-night." Gammon caught him by the arm and persuaded him to come out into the passage; but the only result of this was that Lord Polperro dismissed the cab, repeating obstinately that he would wait Greenacre's arrival.
"But ten to one he's waiting for us down yonder," urged Gammon.
"He won't wait very long, and we shall pass him on the road if we go back now.

I tell you it is my pleasure to remain here! You forget yourself, Gammon.