But you are not a Quaker, Soolsby, so why be too familiar?
Or is it merely the way of the old family friend ?" "I knew your father before you were born, my lord--he troosted me then." "So long?
And fifteen years ago--here ?" He felt a menace, vague and penetrating.

His eyes were hard and cruel.
"It wasn't a question of troost then; 'twas one of right or wrong--naught else." "Ah--and who was right, and what was wrong ?" At that moment there came a tap at the door leading into the living part of the house, and the butler entered.

"The doctor--he has used up all his oxygen, my lord.

He begs to know if you can give him some for Mr.Claridge.

Mr.Claridge is bad to-night." A sinister smile passed over Eglington's face.