'I see how it is, sir. You wish me to go, and one pretext, if I may
use the term, is as good as another. Very well, I can't say that I'm
surprised. It sometimes happens that there is incompatibility of
temper between a hotel proprietor and his head waiter, and then,
unless one of them goes, the hotel is likely to suffer. I will go, Mr
Racksole. In fact, I had already thought of giving notice.'
The millionaire smiled appreciatively. 'What wages do you require
in lieu of notice? It is my intention that you leave the hotel within
an hour.'
'I require no wages in lieu of notice, sir. I would scorn to accept
anything. And I will leave the hotel in fifteen minutes.'
'Good-day, then. You have my good wishes and my admiration, so
long as you keep out of my hotel.'
Racksole got up. 'Good-day, sir. And thank you.'
'By the way, Jules, it will be useless for you to apply to any other
first-rate European hotel for a post, because I shall take measures
which will ensure the rejection of any such application.'
'Without discussing the question whether or not there aren't at least
half a dozen hotels in London alone that would jump for joy at the
chance of getting me,' answered Jules, 'I may tell you, sir, that I
shall retire from my profession.'
'Really! You will turn your brains to a different channel.'
'No, sir. I shall take rooms in Albemarle Street or Jermyn Street,
and just be content to be a man-about-town.
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