His speech had been prepared; but the Radical delay was a new factor of which he might take triumphant advantage.

Hence the pencil notes on the sheet of foolscap, before him.
A man-servant came in, turned on the electric light, pulled the curtains together and saw to the fire.
"Tea's in the drawing-room, sir." "Bring me some here in a breakfast cup--nothing to eat," said Paul.
Even his dearest lady could not help him in his meditated attack on the enemy whom the Lord was delivering into his hands.
The man-servant went away.

Presently Paul heard him reenter the room; the door was at his back.

He threw out an impatient hand behind him.
"Put it down anywhere, Wilton, I'll have it when I want it." "I beg pardon, sir," said the man, coming forward, "but it's not the tea.

There's a gentleman and a lady and another person would like to see you.