"Please make yourself until then entirely at home.

My cook, my cellar, my cigar cabinets, are at your disposal.

If some happy impulse," he concluded, "should show you the only reasonable course by dinnertime, it would give me the utmost pleasure to have you join us at that meal.

I can promise you a cheque beneath your plate which even you might think worth considering, wine in your glass which kings might sigh for, cigars by your side which even your Mr.Pierpont Morgan could not buy.

Au revoir!" The door opened and closed.