He never recovered his dignity in Beckley Court: he was fatally mercurial.
'What is the joke against this poor fellow ?' asked Evan of Andrew.
'Never mind, Van.

You'll roar.

Old Tom again.

We 'll see by-and-by, after the champagne.

He--this young Raikes-ha! ha!--but I can't tell you.' And Andrew went away to Drummond, to whom he was more communicative.