What could it mean?
"I do not know, sir." "In a day or two ?" "She took sixteen trunks, sir," was the laconic reply, as if that told the story in full.
"Well, I'm damned!" "I beg pardon, sir!" "I beg _your_ pardon.

Good morning." * * * * * In the meantime, our excellent young friend, Truxton King, was having a sorry time of it.

It all began when he went to the Cathedral in the hope of seeing the charming aunt of the little Prince once more.

Not only did he attend one service, but all of them, having been assured that the royal family worshipped there quite as regularly and as religiously as the lowliest communicant.

She did not appear.
More than all this, he met with fresh disappointment when he ambled down to the armourer's shop.