I am not an athlete, Sir Percy...

and serve my country with my pen rather than with my fists." Whilst he spoke he had reached the table and once more took the chair whereon he had been sitting lately, when he dreamed the dreams which were so near realization now.

He pointed with a graceful gesture to the other vacant chair, which Blakeney took without a word.
"Ah!" said Chauvelin with a sigh of satisfaction, "I see that we are about to understand one another....

I have always felt it was a pity, Sir Percy, that you and I could not discuss certain matters pleasantly with one another....

Now, about this unfortunate incident of Lady Blakeney's incarceration, I would like you to believe that I had no part in the arrangements which have been made for her detention in Paris.