He seemed quite blind to it.

All he said was, as they left the room, and Priam finished his rather monosyllabic praise-- "Yes, that's the little collection I've just got together, and I am very proud to have shown it to you.

Now I want you to come and lunch with me at my club.

Please do.

I should be desolated if you refused." Priam did not care a halfpenny about the desolation of Mr.Oxford; and he most sincerely objected to lunch at Mr.Oxford's club.