Indeed, he was beginning to forget that he was not himself the originator of the bio-sociological theory of civilisation.
Economy being henceforth imposed upon him, he lunched at home on a chop and a glass of ale.

In the early afternoon, not knowing exactly how to spend his time, he walked towards the busy streets, and at length entered his club.

In the library sat only one man, sunk in an easy chair, busied with a book.

It was Lord Dymchurch; at Lashmar's approach, he looked up, smiled, and rose to take the offered hand.
"I disturb you," said Dyce.
"There's no denying it," was the pleasant answer, "but I am quite ready to be disturbed.

You know this, of course ?" He showed Spencer's "The Man versus the State." "Yes," answered Dyce, "and I think it a mistake from beginning to end." "How so ?" Lord Dymchurch was about thirty, slight in build, rather languid in his movements, conventionally dressed but without any gloss or scrupulous finish, and in manners peculiarly gentle.