I noted the tone of sub-acid pleasure in his voice.

Evans would have enjoyed a fiasco.
"Oh, well," I answered, nonchalantly, "there's plenty of time.

You allow space on those lines.

I'll send round to hunt Soane up." I felt called to be upon my mettle.

I didn't much care about the paper, but I had a definite antipathy to being done by Evans--by a mad Welshman in a stubborn fit.