"Did you expect to find me here ?" "No.

Did you expect to find me ?" asked the other, with emphasis unmistakable.
"What do you mean ?" demanded Mortimer hoarsely.

"What the devil do you mean by asking me if I expected to find you here?
If I had, I'd not have travelled down to your office to-day to see you; I'd have come here for you.

Naturally people suppose that an engaged man is likely to give up this sort of thing." Quarrier, motionless, white to the lips, turned his eyes from one to the other.
"It doesn't look very well, does it ?" asked Mortimer; and he stood there, smiling, danger written all over him.

"It's beginning rather early," he continued, with a sneer.