Then I descended with the tin case; then, by command, followed Woodden with the flower, and lastly came Sir Alexander.
"Stop here," he said to the coachman; "I shan't be long.

Be so good as to follow me, Mr.What's-your-name, and you, too, Gardener." We followed, and found ourselves in a big room luxuriously furnished in a heavy kind of way.

Sir Alexander Somers, I should explain, was an enormously opulent bullion-broker, whatever a bullion-broker may be.

In this room Mr.Stephen was already established; indeed, he was seated on the window-sill swinging his leg.
"Now we are alone and comfortable," growled Sir Alexander with sarcastic ferocity.
"As the boa-constrictor said to the rabbit in the cage," I remarked.
I did not mean to say it, but I had grown nervous, and the thought leapt from my lips in words.

Again Mr.Stephen began to swell.