It was half past ten when Rolfe knocked at the door in Hamilton Terrace.

He learnt from the servant that Mr.Carnaby was at home, and had company.

In the room known as the library, four men sat smoking; their voices pealed into the hall as the door opened, and a boisterous welcome greeted the newcomer's appearance.
'Come to condole ?' cried Hugh, striding forward with his man-of-the-wide-world air, and holding out his big hand.

'No doubt they're having a high old time at the club.

Does it please them?
Does it tickle them ?' 'Why, naturally.