So unselfish and disinterested." "Who?
The Marquis ?" "No; Dormer Colville." "Oh yes!" said John Turner, returning to the cold tongue.

"Yes; a charming fellow." And he glanced again at his friend, with a queer smile.

When luncheon was finished, Turner led the way to a small smoking-room, where they would be alone, and sent a messenger to fetch Septimus Marvin's bag from downstairs.
"We will have a look at your precious engraving," he said, "while we smoke a cigar.

It is, I suppose, a relic of the Great Monarchy, and I may tell you that there is rather a small demand just now for relics of that period.

It would be wiser not to take it into the open market.