Take care that you're not late." "Who's coming ?" asked the young man, without looking up.
"Mr.Eustace Glazzard and Miss Glazzard." "Any one else ?" "Mr.Vialls." "Then you don't catch me here! I have an appointment at eight." "I insist upon your dining with us! If you are not at dinner, I will have your allowance stopped! I mean what I say.

Not one penny more shall you receive until you have learnt to behave yourself!" "We'll see about that," replied Raglan, with finished coolness; and, folding his newspaper, he walked off.
Nor did the hour of dinner see his return.

The expected guests arrived; it was not strictly a dinner-party, but, as Mr.Mumbray described it, "a quiet evening _ong fammil_." The Rev.Scatchard Vialls came in at the last moment with perspiring brow, excusing himself on the ground of professional duties.

He was thin, yet flabby, had a stoop in the shoulders, and walked without noticeably bending his knees.

The crown of his head went to a peak; he had eyes like a ferret's; his speech was in a high, nasal note.