"We will go there at four," said Isaacs, coming into my rooms after tiffin, a meal of which I found he rarely partook.

"I said three, this morning, but it is not a bad plan to keep natives waiting.

It makes them impatient, and then they commit themselves." "You are Machiavellian.

It is pretty clear which of you is asking the favour." "Yes, it is pretty clear." He sat down and took up the last number of the _Howler_ which lay on the table.

Presently he looked up.