“I quite see why you so desperately needed the chandelier you have just borrowed from the Vicomte,” Vilma remarked.
“All thanks to you, mademoiselle,” César Ritz said gallantly. “If you had refused me, I think I should have sat down on your doorstep and wept!”
Vilma laughed.
“We could not allow you to do that, not when you are the King of all the hotels and the most acclaimed man in Paris.”
She could see how delighted César Ritz was by her compliment.
It sounded even better, she thought, when it was spoken in French rather than in English.
It was then, as they were talking, that the electrician came in with a folding ladder.
He set it up in the centre of the room.
Following him came two servants carrying the chandelier and they held it up so that the electrician could fasten it to
