I could understand why. He reminded me of an actor one might see on stage playing a prince or a knight, broad shouldered and tall. He departed with the bellhop, but not before noticing Mimi. Their eyes met, and then Mimi looked away shyly. "You like him, eh?" Ninette whispered to Mimi mischievously when he was gone. "He's very... handsome," Mimi whispered. "Who is he?" "Victor Giglio, Benjamin's new valet. Come, Mimi. I will show you the dress I was talking about," Ninette said as she pulled Mimi with her deeper into the suite. "It is the latest from Paris. You are going to adore it!" Then, as though remembering her manners, she hurried back to Thad and me, scooping two menus from a side table and handing them to us. "Order what you would like for lunch. I will have the lobster. You should, too. Order everything on the menu!" "Yes, order us a fine lunch," Mr. Guggenheim agreed. "If you'll excuse me, I must go call my broker." When he disappeared into an office off the main living room, Thad and I were left alone to look at each other and down at the hotel telephone on the table.
