His greeting, moreover, had lost its customary heartiness.
"You were out late, I hear," he grumbled, dropping into his chair.

"I didn't get in myself until two o'clock and feel like a boiled owl.
May have caught a little cold, but I think it was that champagne of Duckworth's; always gives me a headache.

Don't put any sugar and cream in that coffee, Parkins--want it straight." "Yes, sir," replied the flunky, moving toward the sideboard.
"And now, Jack, what did you do ?" he continued, picking up his napkin.
"You and Garry made a night of it, didn't you?
Some kind of an artist's bat, wasn't it ?" "No, sir; Mr.Morris gave a dinner to his clerks, and--" "Who's Morris ?" "Why, the great architect." "Oh, that fellow! Yes, I know him, that is, I know who he is.

Say the rest.

Parkins! didn't I tell you I didn't want any sugar or cream." Parkins hadn't offered any.