In a short time, however, a man-servant in livery came out upon the piazza and approached me with a tray on which were a cup of coffee and some cigars.

I could not refrain from smiling as I saw the man.
"The old fellow has been forced to conquer his prejudices," I said to myself, "and to submit to the mortification of allowing me to be seen by his butler!" I think, however, that even had the master been regarding us he would have seen no reason for mortification in the manner of his servant.
The man was extremely polite and attentive, suggesting various refreshments, such as wine and biscuits, and I never was treated by a lackey with more respect.
Leaning back in a comfortable chair, I sipped my coffee and puffed away at a perfectly delightful Havana cigar.

"Cathay is not a bad place," said I, to myself.

"Its hospitality is a little queer, but as to gorgeousness, luxury, and----" I was about to add another quality when my mind was diverted by a light step on the piazza, and, turning my head, I beheld the young lady I had seen before.

Instantly I rose and laid aside my cigar.
"Please do not disturb yourself," she said.