"But, sir!..." exclaimed the junior clerk (his promotion to that rank had tacitly dated from Vivie Warren's departure).

"It's all right," said the stranger.

"I'm Mr.David Williams and I've come to draw up some notes for Mrs.Claridge.I dare say Miss Fraser has told you I should work in the office every now and then whilst my cousin--Miss Warren, you know--is away.

You needn't wait, though you can close the outer office before you go; and, by the bye, you might fetch me _Who's Who_ for the present year." All this was said a little breathlessly.
Bertie brought the volume, then only half the size of its present bulk, because it lacked our new nobility and gave no heed to your favourite recreation.

D.V.Williams stood in the yellow light of the west window, reading a letter...