Then he recovered himself with perfect common sense and answered: "I am sorry, Mr Montmorency.

The fascination of your remarks has unduly delayed us from joining our friend outside.

Pray excuse my apparent impertinence." "Not at all, sir," said the house-agent, taking a South American spider idly from his waistcoat pocket and letting it climb up the slope of his desk.

"Not at all, sir.

I hope you will favour me again." Rupert Grant dashed out of the office in a gust of anger, anxious to face Lieutenant Keith.