"I'll bet you'll see something extraordinary in what we're doing instead." I looked at him blankly.
"Doing instead ?" I asked.

"What are we doing instead ?" "Why," said he, "we are waiting for one or two hours outside this house on a winter evening.

You must forgive me; it is all my vanity.

It is only to show you that I am right.

Can you, with the assistance of this cigar, wait until both Sir Walter Cholmondeliegh and the mystic Wimpole have left this house ?" "Certainly," I said.