An English man-servant admitted him, and a few moments later he was shaking hands with a man who was seated before a table covered with loose sheets of paper.
"Duncombe, by all that's wonderful!" he exclaimed, holding out his hand.
"Why, I thought that you had shaken the dust of the city from your feet forever, and turned country squire.

Sit down! What will you have ?" "First of all, am I disturbing you ?" Spencer shook his head.
"I've no Press work to-night," he answered.

"I've a clear hour to give you at any rate.

When did you come ?" "Two-twenty from Charing Cross," Duncombe answered.

"I can't tell you how thankful I am to find you in, Spencer.