You understand?
He is ze ornamental, shleeping' pardner, eh ?" And he chuckled.
Falconer nodded, and leaning forward, continued the conversation in a low voice.

The men went off to bed one by one, and presently only Sir Stephen, Stafford and Falconer remained; and as the latter rose as if to retire, Sir Stephen laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't go yet! I should like to have a little chat with you--about old times." Falconer sank into his seat again and took a fresh cigar, and Stafford left them..