Savvy ?" "You would probably do it anyhow," she told him.
They decided this would be the better course.

They got together their things, and Condy neglected his stick, hanging upon a hook on the wall.
At the counter in the outside room, Blix, to the stupefaction of Richard, the waiter, paid the bill.

But as she was moving toward the door, Condy called her back.
"Remember the waiter," he said severely, while Richard grinned and bobbed.

"Fifty cents is the very least you could tip him." Richard actually protested, but Condy was firm, and insisted upon a half-dollar tip.
"Noblesse oblige," he declared with vast solemnity.
They walked as far as the cathedral, listened for a moment to the bell striking the hour of eight; then as they remembered that the restaurant closed at that time, hurried back and entered the outside room in feigned perturbation.
"Did I, could I have possibly left my stick here ?" exclaimed Condy to Richard, who was untying his apron behind the counter.

But Richard had not noticed.
"I think I must have left it back here where we were sitting." Condy stepped into the back room, Blix following.