There isn't a single reason why I shouldn't own up now." "I'll see what I can do," Rayton promised, "but what about this fellow Lessingham, or whatever else he calls himself, down there?
There's a chap named Griffiths--Commandant, isn't he ?--been writing us about him." "I won't have Lessingham touched," Sir Henry insisted.

"He can't do any particular harm down there, and there isn't a line or a drawing of mine down at Dreymarsh which he isn't welcome to." Lord Rayton rose to his feet.
"Look here, Henry, old fellow," he said, "I do sympathise with you up to a certain point.

I tell you what I'll do.

I shall have to answer Philippa's letter, and I'll answer it in such a way that if she is as clever a little woman as I think she is, she'll get a hint.

Of course," he went on ruminatively, "it is rather a misfortune that the Princess Ollaneff and her sister are such jolly good-looking women.