You saw here the man of unbending will, accustomed to use men as pawns in the chess of a complicated career.

Presently they reached a private office where Mr.Oxford, with the assistance of a page, removed his gloves, furs, and hat, and sent sharply for a man who at once brought a frame which fitted Priam's picture.
"Do have a cigar," Mr.Oxford urged Priam, with a quick return to his earlier manner, offering a box in which each cigar was separately encased in gold-leaf.

The cigar was such as costs a crown in a restaurant, half-a-crown in a shop, and twopence in Amsterdam.

It was a princely cigar, with the odour of paradise and an ash as white as snow.
But Priam could not appreciate it.

No! He had seen on a beaten copper plate under the archway these words: 'Parfitts' Galleries.' He was in the celebrated galleries of his former dealers, whom by the way he had never seen.