His eyes rested upon his guest with an air of tender interest.

His face was almost beautiful.
"You are the owner of this house--I am underneath your roof--is that so ?" "This is certainly St.David's Hall," Mr.Fentolin replied.

"It really appears as though your conclusions were correct." "Then will you tell me why I am kept a prisoner here ?" Mr.Fentolin's expression was for a moment clouded.

He seemed hurt.
"A prisoner," he repeated softly.

"My dear Mr.Dunster, you have surely forgotten the circumstances which procured for me the pleasure of this visit; the condition in which you arrived here--only, after all, a very few hours ago ?" "The circumstances," Mr.Dunster declared drily, "are to me still inexplicable.