My request for the bill had been met with a smile and a polite shake of the head.

Louis whispered in my ear that we were the guests of the management,--that it would not be correct to offer the money for our entertainment.

So I was forced to content myself with tipping the head-waiter and the _vestiaire_, the _chausseur_ who opened the door, and the tall _commissionnaire_ who welcomed us upon the pavement and whistled for a _petite voiture_.
"Where to, messieurs ?" the man asked, as the carriage drew up.
Even then Louis hesitated.

He was sitting on the side of the carriage nearest to the pavement, and he rose to his feet as the question was asked.

It seemed to me that he almost whispered the address into the ear of the coachman.