You seem to have no idea of hygiene.' And he compared his watch with the clock upon the chimney-piece.
Pitman fell into bitter musing; here he was, ridiculously shorn, absurdly disguised, in the company of a drunken man in spectacles, and waiting for a champagne luncheon in a restaurant painfully foreign.

What would his principals think, if they could see him?
What if they knew his tragic and deceitful errand?
From these reflections he was aroused by the entrance of the alien with the brandies and sodas.

Michael took one and bade the waiter pass the other to his friend.
Pitman waved it from him with his hand.

'Don't let me lose all self-respect,' he said.
'Anything to oblige a friend,' returned Michael.

'But I'm not going to drink alone.