Now I am going to speak to you of that responsibility.

I am going to tell you a little about the man who owes his freedom to your eloquence." It was exactly twenty minutes after their entrance into the teashop when the woman finished her monologue.

She began to draw on her gloves again.
Before them were two untasted cups of tea and an untouched plate of bread and butter.

From a corner of the room the waitress was watching them curiously.
"Good God!" Francis Ledsam exclaimed at last, suddenly realising his whereabouts.

"Do you mean to affirm solemnly that what you have been telling me is the truth ?" The woman continued to button her gloves.