The chauffeur stopped me.
"Sir Anthony was going to call on you, sir, as soon as he had finished his business inside." "I'll wait for him," said I.It was one of the few mild days of a wretched month and I enjoyed the air.

Springfield, the house agent, passed and engaged me in conversation on the absorbing topic, and then the manager of the gasworks joined us.

Everyone listened so reverently to my utterances that I began to feel as if I had won the Victoria Cross myself.
Presently Sir Anthony bustled out of the Town Hall, pink, brisk, full of business.

At the august appearance of the Mayor my less civically distinguished friends departed.

His eyes brightened as they fell on me and he shook hands vigorously.
"My dear Duncan, I was just on my way to you.