"Ecod, sir! You are cool." "It is a condition we do not appear to share." "D'ye say ye've brought his lordship no letter from France ?" thundered the spy.

"What else ha' ye come to England for ?" "To study manners, sir," said Mr.Caryll, bowing.
That was the last drop in the cup of Mr.Green's endurance.

He waved his men towards the gentleman from France.

"Find it," he bade them shortly.
Mr.Caryll drew himself up with a great dignity, and waved the bailiffs back, his white face set, an unpleasant glimmer in his eyes.

"A moment!" he cried.