Lady Beaumont will excuse us." I followed my friend, at his own request, greatly wondering, to this strange external interview.

We passed abruptly into a kind of side room out of the hall.
"Drummond," said Basil sharply, "there are a great many good people, and a great many sane people here this afternoon.

Unfortunately, by a kind of coincidence, all the good people are mad, and all the sane people are wicked.

You are the only person I know of here who is honest and has also some common sense.

What do you make of Wimpole ?" Mr Secretary Drummond had a pale face and red hair; but at this his face became suddenly as red as his moustache.
"I am not a fair judge of him," he said.
"Why not ?" asked Grant.
"Because I hate him like hell," said the other, after a long pause and violently.
Neither Grant nor I needed to ask the reason; his glances towards Miss Beaumont and the stranger were sufficiently illuminating.