Hitherto he had hidden all signs of humorous titillation behind his impassive mask.

To-night, a spark of sentiment had been the match to explode the mine of his mirth.
It was a serious position.

Here had I been wasting on him half a lifetime's choicest objurgations.

What was I to do in the future to consolidate my authority?
I never enjoyed a fried sole and a glass of champagne more in my life.
He came in later to remove the tray, as wooden as ever.
"Mrs.Connor called a little while ago, sir." "Why didn't you ask her to come in to see me ?" "Doctor's orders, sir." After the sole and champagne, I felt much better.

I should have welcomed my dear Betty with delight.