Arnold Bennett

The Grand Babylon Hotel Arnold Bennett

Book Excerpt: s she had looked an indefinite number of years ago. Her age - none knew it, save herself and perhaps one other, and none cared. The gracious and alluring contours of her figure were irreproachable; and in the evenings she was a useful ornament of which any hotel might be innocently proud. Her knowledge of Bradshaw, of steamship services, and the programmes of theatres and music-halls was unrivalled; yet she never travelled, she never went to a theatre or a music-hall. She seemed to spend the whole of her life in that official lair of hers, imparting information to guests, telephoning to the various departments, or engaged in intimate conversations with her special friends on the staff, as at present.'Who's Number 107?' Jules asked this black-robed lady. Miss Spencer examined her ledgers.'Mr Theodore Racksole, New York.''I thought he must be a New Yorker, ' said Jules, after a brief, significant pause, 'but he talks as good English as you or me. Says he wants an "Angel Kiss" - marRead More