Come and see me.

J." "There! He will never show that!" mused Hugh Johnstone.

"It touches his one little raw spot!" And calling a boy the old Commissioner dispatched the note, carefully sealed, to the Club.

The last one to seek his rest in the marble house, old Johnstone was strangely shaken by the events of the day.
Berthe Louison's threats, Ram Lal's stubborn refusal, and the useless quarrel with Hawke had unmanned him.

He drank a strong glass of grog and then sought his room.