"Well, I must be off.

The express for Nice passes at four o'clock.

I will be away about three weeks and then you shall see me again.

Unless I strike a run of bad luck and get cleaned out, in which case you shall see me before then." He turned to Mills suddenly.
"Will your cousin come south this year, to that beautiful villa of his at Cannes ?" Mills hardly deigned to answer that he didn't know anything about his cousin's movements.
"A _grand seigneur_ combined with a great connoisseur," opined the other heavily.

His mouth had gone slack and he looked a perfect and grotesque imbecile under his wig-like crop of white hair.