"Haven't you eyes in your head, Willsden?
Cannot you see for yourself that this gentleman has merely had a fainting fit ?" "I'm delighted to hear it, Sir Henry," replied the hotel proprietor.

But his face expressed no visible gratification.

To a man who had had his hotel emptied by a Zeppelin raid the difference between a single guest fainting instead of dying was merely infinitesimal.
"Who is this gentleman, and what's the number of his room ?" continued Sir Henry.

"He will be better lying quietly on his bed." "His name is Ronald, and his room is No.

32--on the first floor, Sir Henry." "Very good.