"Now--" "Hiram!" "I am coming, my dear," he called over his shoulder.

"One word more, my charming young friends! No.

7, Racket's Court, City, is my address.
Look in sometime when you're that way, and we'll have a bit of lunch together, and just at present take my advice.

Get back to London and write him from there.

He is not in a good humour at present." "We are much obliged, Mr.Da Souza," the young lady answered loftily.
"As we have engagements in London this afternoon, we may as well go now--eh, Flossie ?" "Right along," answered the young lady, "I'm with you, but as to writing Mr.Trent, you can tell him from me, Mr.Da Souza, that we want to have nothing more to do with him.