He walked away without uttering a word.
The cable took his message to Mr.Morphew in these terms:--"Ovid's patient at Montreal.

Was the complaint brain disease?
Yes or no." Having made arrangements for the forwarding of the reply from his club, he set forth on the walk back to his house.
At five minutes to three, he was at home again.

As the clock struck the hour, he rang the bell.

The man-servant appeared, without the dinner.
Benjulia's astonishing amiability--on his holiday--was even equal to this demand on its resources.
"I ordered roast mutton at three," he said, with terrifying tranquillity.

"Where is it ?" "The dinner will be ready in ten minutes, sir." "Why is it not ready now ?" "The cook hopes you will excuse her, sir.