"What's your name ?" "My name's Gervase Taunton, but I'm called 'the Mhor.' This is Peter Jardine," patting the dog's nose.
"I'm very glad to know you," said Pamela.

"Isn't that wall damp ?" "It is rather," said Mhor.

"We came to look at you." "Oh," said Pamela.
"I've never seen an Honourable before, neither has Peter." "You'd better come in and see me quite close," Pamela suggested.

"I've got some chocolates here." Mhor and Peter needed no further invitation.

They sprang from the wall and in a few seconds presented themselves at the door of the sitting-room.
Pamela shook hands with Mhor and patted Peter, and produced a box of chocolates.
"I hope they're the kind you like ?" she said politely.
"I like any kind," said Mhor, "but specially hard ones.