You are a stranger to me from this moment." With those words he left the room.
"That is a curiously hot-headed man," remarked Mr.Delamayn.

"If you will allow me, I think I'll change my mind.

I'll have a glass of wine." Mr.Vanborough rose to his feet without replying, and took a turn in the room impatiently.

Scoundrel as he was--in intention, if not yet in act--the loss of the oldest friend he had in the world staggered him for the moment.
"This is an awkward business, Delamayn," he said.

"What would you advise me to do ?" Mr.Delamayn shook his head, and sipped his claret.
"I decline to advise you," he answered.