I say, Mr.Narkom, do give me a cup of tea, will you?
I had to slip off while the others were at theirs, and I've run all the way.

Thanks very much.

Don't mind if I sit in that corner and draw the curtain a little, do you ?" his frank, boyish face suddenly clouding.

"I don't want to be seen by anybody passing.

It's a horrible thing to feel that you are being spied upon, at every turn, Mr.Headland, and that want of caution may mean the death of the person you love best in all the world." "Oh, it's that kind of case, is it ?" queried Cleek, making room for him to pass round the table and sit in the corner, with his back to the window and the loosened folds of the chintz curtain keeping him in the shadow.
"Yes," answered young Bawdrey, with a half-repressed shudder and a deeper clouding of his rather pale face.