Mr.
Blumenruth, my son Hildebrand." The financier bowed, but he still looked unhappy at Tinker's presence.
A waiter brought him some soup, and he began upon it hurriedly.

Sir Tancred went on with his dinner in a tranquil indifference.

The financier finished his soup: looked again at Tinker, and burst out: "Well, it can't make any difference! I want your help, Sir Tancred, and you're the one man in England who can help me; you're used to these things." And he smudged the dust on his face a little more.
Sir Tancred murmured politely, "Only too pleased." "I must be in Paris either to-night or to-morrow morning for an hour's talk with Meyer before the Bourse opens.

And I must leave England without anyone knowing I've left it.

It may make a difference to me of--of a hundred thousand pounds." "Pardon me," said Sir Tancred suavely.