But no sooner had they mounted the steps than little Felix became the object of numberless greetings.

It appeared that he had been highly popular among his quondam guests.

At last they reached the managerial room, where Babylon was regaled on a chicken, and Racksole assisted him in the consumption of a bottle of Heidsieck Monopole, Carte d'Or.
'This chicken is almost perfectly grilled,' said Babylon at length.

'It is a credit to the house.

But why, my dear Racksole, why in the name of Heaven did you quarrel with Rocco ?' 'Then you have heard ?' 'Heard! My dear friend, it was in every newspaper on the Continent.