"Chetwode, you're to take in the private cheque book....

I tell you what, Jarvis," he added, slowly resuming his stool, "the governor's not himself these days.
The least he could have done would have been to introduce me, especially as he's been up at our place so often.

Rotten form, I call it.

Anyway, she's not nearly so good-looking close to." Mr.Jarvis proceeded to inform the inquirer through the telephone that Mr.Weatherley was unfortunately not to be found at the moment.
Arnold, with Mr.Weatherley's cheque book in his hand, knocked at the door of the private office and closed the door carefully behind him.

As he stood upon the threshold, his heart gave a sudden leap.
Mr.Weatherley was sitting in his accustomed chair, but his attitude and expression were alike unusual.