But when some time later, the guests having departed, the dignified host advanced with some apology to where we were, I never beheld a firmer look on Mr.Gryce's face than that with which he rose and confronted him.

Mr.Blake's own had not more character in it.
"You have called at a rather inauspicious time, Mr.Gryce," said the latter, glancing at the card which he held in his hand.

"What may your business be?
Something to do with politics, I suppose." I surveyed the man in amazement.

Was this great politician stooping to act a part, or had he forgotten our physiognomies as completely as appeared?
"Our business is not politics," replied Mr.Gryce; "but fully as important.

May I request the doors be closed ?" I thought Mr.Blake looked surprised, but he immediately stepped to the door and shut it.