"Has Glazzard exhibited anything lately ?" "No; he gave up his modelling, and he doesn't seem to paint much nowadays.

The poor fellow has no object in life, that's the worst of it." The meal was nearly at an end, and presently the two men found themselves alone at the table.

Mr.Liversedge generally smoked a cigar before returning for an hour or two to the soap-works.
"Any more wine ?" he asked.

"Then come into my snuggery and let us chat." They repaired to a room of very homely appearance.

The furniture was old and ugly; the carpet seemed to have been beaten so often that it was growing threadbare by force of purification.