It sounds so like a romance written in the Kennington Road by a lady who has never been nearer to Russia than Margate." "I had better go with you," said Paul.
"Gott! No!" exclaimed Steinmetz; "I must go alone.

I will take Parks to drive the sleigh, if I may, though.

Parks is a steady man, who loves a rough-and-tumble.

A typical British coachman--the brave Parks!" "Back in time for dinner ?" asked Paul.
"I hope so.

I have had such mysterious appointments thrust upon me before.