Mr.Plank ?" His smile was a question.
"If you don't mind," said Plank, "I should like to have some tea--that is, if--" "Tea, Gumble, for two.

We'll tipple in company, Mr.Plank," he added.
"And the cigars are at your elbow, Billy," with another smile at Fleetwood.
"Now," said the latter, after he had lighted his cigar, "what is the matter, Stephen ?" Siward glanced at his stiffly extended foot.

"Nothing much." He reddened faintly, "I slipped.

It's only a twisted ankle." For a moment or two the answer satisfied Fleetwood, then a sudden, curious flash of suspicion came into his eyes; he glanced sharply at Siward, who lowered his eyes, while the red tint in his hollow cheeks deepened.
Neither spoke for a while.

Plank sipped the tea which Wands, the second man, brought.