On your discomfort I will not dwell.

Good day.

Mind the step." The red-haired detective who had masqueraded as Gogol rose to his feet without a word, and walked out of the room with an air of perfect nonchalance.

Yet the astonished Syme was able to realise that this ease was suddenly assumed; for there was a slight stumble outside the door, which showed that the departing detective had not minded the step.
"Time is flying," said the President in his gayest manner, after glancing at his watch, which like everything about him seemed bigger than it ought to be.

"I must go off at once; I have to take the chair at a Humanitarian meeting." The Secretary turned to him with working eyebrows.
"Would it not be better," he said a little sharply, "to discuss further the details of our project, now that the spy has left us ?" "No, I think not," said the President with a yawn like an unobtrusive earthquake.