"And will you leave this house instantly!" "Ah, Miss Quintard's mother would not deny it either," commented Mr.
Mayfair with his polite imperturbability.

His sharp eyes glinted with satisfaction.

Young Mr.Mayfair admired himself as being something of the human dynamo.

Also it was his private opinion that he was of the order of the super-reporter; nothing ever "got by him." "And so," he went on without a pause, "since the engagement is not denied, I suppose we may take it as a fact.

And now"-- again with his swift change of base--"may I ask, as a parting word before you sail, whether it is your intention next season to contest with Mrs.Allistair--" "I have nothing whatever to say!" "Quite naturally you'd prefer not to say anything," appeasingly continued the high-geared Mr.Mayfair, "but of course you are going to fight her." Again his sharp, unfoilable eyes glinted.