"I've got you a chauffeur too, and--" "Then what has happened?
You both look like thunder-clouds, or wet blankets, or something disagreeable.

It surely can't be because you're hungry that you're cross about a few minutes." "Have you seen a newspaper to-day ?" asked Uncle Eric.
"A newspaper?
I should think not, indeed; we've had too many important things to do to waste time on trifles.

Why, has the Government gone out ?" "Ivor Dundas has got into a mess here," Uncle Eric answered, looking very much worried--so much worried that I thought he must care even more about Ivor than I had fancied.
"Of course it's the most awful rot," said Lord Bob, "but he's accused of murder." "It's in the evening papers: not a word had got into the morning ones," Uncle Eric went on.

"We've only just seen the news since we came here to wait for you; otherwise I should have tried to do something for him.

As it is, of course I must, as a friend of his, stop in Paris and do what I can to help him through.