People call me 'Sir Marcus.'" "Seer Marcous," said Carlotta.
She did not seem at all impressed with the fact that she was talking to a member of the baronetage.
"Quite so," said I."Now, Carlotta," I resumed, "our first plan is to set out in search of Harry.

He may have missed his train, and have followed by a later one, and be even now rampaging about Waterloo station.

If we hear nothing of him, I will drive you to the Turkish Consulate, give you in charge there, and they will see you safely home to Alexandretta.

The good Hamdi Effendi is doubtless distracted, and will welcome you back with open arms." I meant to be urbane and friendly.
She rose to her feet, grew as white as paper, opened her great eyes, opened her baby mouth, and in the middle of the Embankment Gardens plumped on her knees before me and clasped her hands above her head.
"For God's sake get up!" I shrieked, wrenching her back acrobatically to the bench beside me.

"You mustn't do things like that.