"You mustn't grudge the time.

Doing your duty to the country, you know." He tactfully avoided any mention of a future meeting and was rewarded with a little wave of her hand from the window of the cab.

He himself left the Park at the same time, strolled along Piccadilly as far as Sackville Street and let himself into his rooms.

His servant came forward to meet him from the inner room, and took his cap and stick.
"Any telephone messages, Jarvis ?" "Nothing, sir." Granet moved towards the easy-chair.

On the way he stopped.