The latter nodded.
"I'll not trouble you to search me," said he.

"I would as soon not have these noblemen of yours for my valets." He thrust his hands into the pockets of his fine coat, and brought forth several papers.

These he proffered to Mr.Green, who took them between satisfaction and amazement.

Ostermore stared, too stricken for words at this meek surrender; and well was it for Mr.Caryll that he was so stricken, for had he spoken he had assuredly betrayed himself.
Hortensia, Mr.Caryll observed, watched his cowardly yielding with an eye of stern contempt.

Rotherby looked on with a dark face that betrayed nothing.
Meanwhile Mr.Green was running through the papers, and as fast as he ran through them he permitted himself certain comments that passed for humor with his followers.