"You have slept well.

I am glad that our conversation has not disturbed you.

This is my agent from Brussels--Mr.Meyer.

He sells our crockery in that city--not so much as he should sell, perhaps, but still he does his best." Mr.Meyer was a dark little man who wore gold-rimmed spectacles, neat clothes, and a timid smile.

Norgate nodded to him good-humouredly.
"You should get Herr Selingman to come oftener and help you," he remarked, yawning.