Ain't you, Brown ?" "Yes, I am, Somers," I replied, taking his cue and shutting the tin case with a snap.
Then the hawk-eyed person departed, also grumbling, for that story about the damp stuck in his throat.
"Orchidist!" whispered the young man.

"Dreadful people, orchidists, so jealous.

Very rich, too, both of them.

Mr.Brown--I hope that is your name, though I admit the chances are against it." "They are," I replied, "my name is Allan Quatermain." "Ah! much better than Brown.

Well, Mr.Allan Quatermain, there's a private room in this place to which I have admittance.