"It proves, my venerable and otherwise distinguished dear, that I am right and you are wrong." "My good Ursula," said he, disengaging himself, "I have not advanced one argument either in favour of, or in opposition to, one single proposition the whole of this afternoon." She shook her head at him pityingly.
The housekeeper entered carrying a double handful of odds and ends which she laid on the library table--a watch and chain and cornelian heart, a cigarette case bearing the initials "P.S.," some keys, a very soiled handkerchief, a sovereign, a shilling and a penny.

Dr.Fuller had sent them down with his compliments; they were the entire contents of the young gentleman's pockets.
"Not a card, not a scrap of paper with a name and address on it ?" cried Miss Winwood.
"Not a scrap, miss.

The doctor and I searched most thoroughly." "Perhaps the knapsack will tell us more," said the Archdeacon.
The knapsack, however, revealed nothing but a few toilet necessaries, a hunk of stale bread and a depressing morsel of cheese, and a pair of stockings and a shirt declared by the housekeeper to be wet through.

As the Beranger, like the Sir Thomas Browne, was inscribed "Paul Savelli," which corresponded with the initials on the cigarette case, they were fairly certain of the young man's name.

But that was all they could discover regarding him.
"We'll have to wait until he can tell us himself," said Miss Winwood later to the doctor.
"We'll have to wait a long time," said he..