You can't get him away from him." "Well, do," said the lieutenant, lazily.

"Bring LeNoir to see me.

I owe that Rouleau chap an apology.

Beastly business! And I'll fix it up with Macdonald.

He has the right of it, by Jove! Rather lucky, I fancy, he didn't yield to my solicitations for a try at the other game--from what I remember of the street riot, eh?
Would not mind having a go with him with the gloves, though.