for the true benefit of women was abandoned in the Five Towns Hotel.  Domestic sultans who never joked in the drawing-room would crack with laughter in the Five Towns Hotel, and make others crack, too.  Old men would meet young men on equal terms, and feel rather pleased at their own ability to do so.  And young men shed their youth there, displaying the huge stock of wisdom and sharp cynicism which by hard work they had acquired in an incredibly short time.  Indeed, the hotel was a wonderful institution, and a source of satisfaction to half a county.

III

It was almost as one returned from the dead that Louis Fores entered the Five Towns Hotel on Easter Saturday afternoon, for in his celibate prime he had been a habitue of the place.  He had a thrill; and he knew that he would be noticed, were it only as the hero and victim of a street accident; a few remaining plasters still drew attention to his recent history.  At the same time, the thrill which affected him was not entirely pleasurable, for he was frightened by what he had done:  by the letter written to Rachel, by his abandonment of her, and also by the prospect of what he meant to do.  The resulting situation would certainly be scandalous in a high degree, and tongues would dwell on the extreme brevity of the period of marriage.  The scandal would resound mightily.  And Louis hated scandal, and had always had a genuine desire for respectability....  Then he reassured himself.  “Pooh!  What do I care?” Besides, it was not his fault.  He was utterly blameless; Rachel alone was the sinner.  She had brought disaster upon herself.  On the previous Saturday he had given her fair warning by getting up out of bed in his weakness and leaving the house—­more from instinct than from any set plan.  But she would not take a hint.  She would not learn.  Very good!  The thought of his inheritance and of his freedom uplifted him till he became nearly a god.

Owing to the Easter holidays the hotel was less bright and worldly than usual.  Moreover, Saturday was never one of its brilliant days of the week.  In the twilight of a subsidiary lounge, illuminated by one early electric spark, a waiter stood alone amid great basket-chairs and wicker-tables.  Louis knew the waiter, as did every man-about-town; but Louis imagined that he knew him better than most; the waiter gave a similar impression to all impressionable young men.

“How do you do, Krupp!” Louis greeted him, with kind familiarity.

“Good afternoon, sir.”

It was perhaps the hazard of his name that had given the waiter a singular prestige in the district.  Krupp is a great and an unforgettable name, wherever you go.  And also it offers people a chance to be jocose with facility.  A hundred habitue’s had made the same joke to Krupp about Krupp’s name, and each had supposed himself to be humorous in an original manner.  Krupp received the jocularities