"We're all agreed upon the _table d'hôte_," she said; and the Falstaffian negro shook himself free and backed into the vestibule. "What is its name? and when do we arrive?" "I'll have to inquire," Mr. Vennor replied. "I'll go forward and have the conductor wire ahead for a separate table." But Gertrude said: "Please don't; let's go with the crowd for once. I'm so tired of being always specialized." The President's smile was suggestive of the metallic smirk on the face of a George-the-Fourth penny. "Just as you please," he rejoined; "but I'll go and find out when and where." Now it chanced that at this precise moment Brockway had laid his hand on the Tadmor's door-knob preparatory to taking the plunge; and when he opened the door he found himself face to face with the President. Whereupon he fell back and lost the power of speech, while the incomer appraised him with his eyes and tried to remember where he had seen him before. Recognition brought with it a small frown of annoyance. "Your name is Brockway, I believe," the President said. "Ye-yes," Brockway stammered, being by no means so sure of it at the moment. "H-m; and, if I remember correctly, you are an employee of this line?" "I am." The passenger agent was beginning a little to recover his scattered store of self-possession. "Very good. Possibly you can tell me what I want to know. What is the dinner station, and when do we reach it?" "Moreno--twelve-ten. Shall I wire ahead for a private table?" Brockway asked, eager to preface his unwelcome purpose with some small token of service. "By no means; we are no better than the patrons of your company. What is good enough for them ought to suffice for us." "Of course, if you don't wish it," Brockway began; and then the plunge: "I am in charge of the excursionists in this car, and they want it placed behind yours. If you will kindly consent to humor their whim----" He stopped in deference to the frown of displeasure which was gradually overspreading the President's brow. "And so make our private car a thoroughfare for everybody," said he, indignantly; then, with a sudden turn which confused Brockway until he saw its drift, "But you are quite right; the patrons of your company should always be considered first. We are only guests. By all means, make the change at the first opportunity." "Please don't misunderstand me," Brockway said, courageously. "I didn't propose it. If you object, just say so, and I'll see them all hanged first." The President shook his head reprovingly, and Brockway fancied he could feel the cold gray eyes pinning him against the partition. "Certainly not; I am afraid you don't sufficiently consider your duty to your employers. I not only authorize the change--I desire it. I shall request it if you do not."