One never gets coffee hot enough in a private house, but yours was all right." "Yes," mumbled Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence, behind her quick finger, busy with the veil.
Beneath the sleepy lids John Turner's eyes, which were small and deep-sunken in the flesh, like the eyes of a pig, noted in passing that his client's cheeks were momentarily pink.
"I hope you don't mean to suggest that there is anything unsafe in Mr.
Colville as a business man ?" "Heaven forbid!" ejaculated Turner.

"On the contrary, he is most enterprising.

And I know no one who smokes a better cigar than Colville--when he can get it.

And the young fellow seemed nice enough." "Which young fellow ?" inquired the lady, sharply.
"His young friend--the man who was with him.

I think you told me, after luncheon, that Colville required the money to start his young friend in business." "Never!" laughed Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence, who, if she felt momentarily uneasy, was quickly reassured.