Micklethwaite would talk of anything but that which his companion most desired to hear.
'There are solemnities in life,' he answered to an impatient question, 'things that can't be spoken of in the highway.

When we have eaten, let us go to your flat, and there I will tell you everything.' They lunched joyously.

The mathematician drank a bottle of excellent hock, and did corresponding justice to the dishes.

His eyes gleamed with happiness; again he enlarged upon the benevolence of mankind, and the admirable ordering of the world.

From the club they drove to Bayswater, and made themselves comfortable in Barfoot's flat, which was very plainly, but sufficiently, furnished.