Then he said, aloud: "I believe he's quite well, thank you, but I'm afraid you'll not be able to see him.

He's gone out somewhere for the day." "Dear me, now, that's a pity!" exclaimed the stranger, taking off his hat and wiping his hot, bald head.

"Dear old Roger--it's years since we met, and I was quite looking forward to enjoying a chat with him about old times.

Well, well, another day will do, no doubt.

You don't live at the Court, do you ?" "I?
Oh, no," said Austin.