Priam Farll was puzzled, till the solution occurred to him.

"Of course," he said to himself.

"This is the quietude, the discretion.

I shall like this." He jumped down.
"I'll keep you," he threw to the cabman, in the proper phrase (which he was proud to recall from his youth), as though the cabman had been something which he had ordered on approval.
There were two bell-knobs.

He pulled one, and waited for the portals to open on discreet vistas of luxurious furniture.