I'll expect you by the 11 o'clock train." "Right," said he.
"And, I say!" "Yes ?" "Talking of fair ladies--what about-- ?" "Oh, Hell!" came Jaffery's great voice.

"She's here right enough." "Where ?" I asked.
"The Savoy.

So is Euphemia--" Euphemia was Jaffery's unmarried sister, as like to her brother as a little wizened raisin is to a fat, bursting muscat grape.
"Euphemia has taken her on.

Wants to convert her." "Good Lord!" I cried.

"Is she a Turk ?" "She's a problem." And his great laugh vibrated in my ears.
"Why not bring her down with Euphemia ?" "I want a couple of days off.