The things quivered a little; the hand must have quivered too.
"You are going to Halderschrodt's ?" she said, interrogatively.

"You could get him to negotiate these for Etchingham ?" Miss Granger looked at the papers negligently.
"I am going this afternoon," she answered.

"Etchingham can come...." She suddenly turned to me: "So your friend is getting shaky," she said.
"It means that ?" I asked.

"But I've heard that he has done the same sort of thing before." "He must have been shaky before," she said, "but I daresay Halderschrodt...." "Oh, it's hardly worth while bothering that personage about such a sum," I interrupted.

Halderschrodt, in those days, was a name that suggested no dealings in any sum less than a million.
"My dear Etchingham," my aunt interrupted in a shocked tone, "it is quite worth his while to oblige us...." "I didn't know," I said.
That afternoon we drove to Halderschrodt's private office, a sumptuous--that is the _mot juste_--suite of rooms on the first floor of the house next to the Duc de Mersch's _Sans Souci_.