The Prince and I were literally--on the point of flying at one another's throats." Mr.Sabin glanced at his neighbour and smiled.
"You are certainly a little out of sorts, Saxe Leinitzer," he remarked.
"You look pale, and your hands are not quite steady.

Nerves, I suppose.
You should see Dr.Carson in Brook Street." The Prince shrugged his shoulders.
"My health," he said, "was never better.

It is true that your coming was somewhat of a surprise," he added, looking steadily at Mr.Sabin.
"I understood that you had gone for a short journey, and I was not expecting to see you back again so soon." "Duson," Mr.Sabin said, "has taken that short journey instead.

It was rather a liberty, but he left a letter for me fully explaining his motives.

I cannot blame him." The Prince stroked his moustache.
"Ah!" he remarked.