The two men, left together, looked at each other.
"Moody," said Felix, in his lazily-cynical way, "do you think if you or I were in a fit that her Ladyship would run?
Bah! these are the things that shake one's faith in human nature.

I feel infernally seedy.

That cursed Channel passage--I tremble in my inmost stomach when I think of it.

Get me something, Moody." "What shall I send you, sir ?" Moody asked coldly.
"Some dry curacoa and a biscuit.

And let it be brought to me in the picture-gallery.