I'm so glad you happened to drop in." Declining a cigarette, Gammon stared about him in angry confusion.

He had no words ready.

Greenacre's sang-froid, though it irritated him excessively, shamed him into quiet behaviour.
"When you entered, Gammon, I was just explaining to Miss Sparkes that I am here on behalf of her uncle, Lord Polperro." "Oh, you are.

And how do you come to know him ?" "Singular accident.

The kind of thing that is constantly happening in London.