"I will if you like--you clumsy card-slipping, ace-pricking blackguard!...

The station-wagon will be ready at seven.

See that you are, too.

Now go and tell my sister.

It may reconcile her to various ideas of mine." And he turned and, walking to a leather-covered chair drawn up beside the library table, seated himself and opened a heavy book.
Tressilvain stood absolutely still, his close-set eyes fairly starting from his face, in which not a vestige of colour now remained; and when at length he left the room he left so noiselessly that Malcourt did not hear him.