His white gloves had curious stitchings on the back not common in England, and his silk hat, exceedingly glossy, had wider brims than are usually associated with Bond Street.
Laverick half rose, but the little man spread out one hand and commenced to speak.

His accent was foreign, but, if not an Englishman, he at any rate spoke the language with confidence.
"My dear sir," he began, "I owe you many apologies.

It was Mademoiselle Idiale's wish that I should make your acquaintance.
My name is Lassen.

I have the fortune to be Mademoiselle's business manager.
"I am very glad to meet you, Mr.Lassen," said Laverick.

"Will you sit down ?" Mr.Lassen thereupon hung his hat upon a peg, removed his overcoat, straightened his white tie with the aid of a looking-glass, brushed back his glossy black hair with the palms of his hands, and took the seat opposite Laverick.