What Buskin are you raving about, for Heaven's sake ?" "It's Mr Buskin the actor," panted Austin breathlessly, as he began to recover himself.

"He was at the theatre here, some time ago.

How do you do, Mr Buskin?
Oh, please forgive me for being so rude.

I hope you're pretty well ?" Mr Ogilvie had not budged an inch.

But when Austin came in he had started violently.