But I am in the way, and mean to stay there.

Well, it is time to dress for dinner.

I only hope that old clown of a clergyman won't do something ridiculous.

I shall have to apologise for him." Dinner-time had come; it was a quarter past eight, and the room was filled with highly bred people all more or less distinguished.

Mr.
Granger had duly appeared, arrayed in his threadbare black coat, relieved, however, by a pair of Geoffrey's dress shoes.