Bunce again ploughed the floor, then blurted out: 'I'll go, Mr.Egremont.

I'm not one to talk to ladies, as you can see yourself, but I can't help that.

I shall have to go as I am.' 'Mrs.Ormonde will gladly come here, if you will let her.' 'I'd rather not, if you don't mind, sir.' 'Then it will be simplest if you go to my rooms in Great Russell Street, just by the British Museum.

I leave town tomorrow; Mrs.Ormonde will be quite alone to meet you.

Could you be there at nine o'clock ?' The appointment was made, Egremont leaving one of his cards to insure recollection of the address.