All this talk of people being in my house is nonsense!" "Yet you seemed afraid when I told you of the shadows," said Lucian pointedly.
"Afraid! I am afraid of nothing!" "Not even of those who are after you ?" hinted Denzil, recalling the conversation of the previous occasion.
Berwin gave a kind of eldritch shriek and stepped back a pace, as though to place himself on his guard.

"What--what do you know about such--such things ?" he panted.
"Only so much as you hinted at when I last saw you." "Yes, yes! I was not myself on that night.

The wine was in and the wit was out." "The truth also, it would seem," said Lucian drily, "judging by your agitation then and now." "I am an unfortunate gentleman," whimpered Berwin tremulously.
"If you will excuse me, sir, I shall leave you," said Lucian ceremoniously.

"It seems to be my fate to hold midnight conversations with you in the cold, but I think this one had better be cut short." "One moment," Mr.Berwin exclaimed.

"You have been good enough to place me on my guard as to the talk my quiet course of life is causing.