There was a bathroom contiguous; in an incredibly short space of time the hot water was ready; and soon after, arrayed in a shawl dressing-gown, and in a luxury of contentment and comfort, I was reclined in an easy-chair before the mirror, while Rowley, with a mixture of pride and anxiety which I could well understand, laid out his razors.
'Hey, Rowley ?' I asked, not quite resigned to go under fire with such an inexperienced commander.

'It's all right, is it?
You feel pretty sure of your weapons ?' 'Yes, my lord,' he replied.

'It's all right, I assure your lordship.' 'I beg your pardon, Mr.Rowley, 'but for the sake of shortness, would you mind not belording me in private ?' said I.

'It will do very well if you call me Mr.Anne.

It is the way of my country, as I dare say you know.' Mr.Rowley looked blank.
'But you're just as much a Viscount as Mr.Powl's, are you not ?' he said.
'As Mr.Powl's Viscount ?' said I, laughing.