Sort of a gathering of the clans to-night.

Well, if here isn't that man Annixter.

Hello, Buck.

What do you know?
Kind of dusty out to-night." At once Annixter began to get red in the face, retiring towards a corner of the room, standing in an awkward position by the case of stuffed birds, shambling and confused, while Mrs.Derrick was present, standing rigidly on both feet, his elbows close to his sides.

But he was angry with Osterman, muttering imprecations to himself, horribly vexed that the young fellow should call him "Buck" before Magnus's wife.