We are a man short for dinner.

Mrs.Weatherley told me to get some one at the club--telephoned down here just an hour ago." Mr.Weatherley paused.

Mr.Jarvis did his best to grasp the situation, but failed.

All that he could do was to maintain his attitude of intelligent interest.
"I don't know any one at the club," continued his employer, irritably.

"I feel like a fish out of water there, and that's the truth, Mr.Jarvis.