His eyes rolled round the room till he caught sight of Alister, then suddenly producing three letters, fanwise, as if he were holding a hand at whist, he jerked up the centre one, like a "forced" card in a trick, and said softly, "For you"-- and still looking round with the others in his hand, he added, "For two; allee same as you," and as Alister distributed them to Dennis and me, his wooden face took a few wrinkles of contempt, and he added, "One nigger bringee.
Mister Macdonald, he send me." After this explanation he stood quite still.

Even his face was unmoved, but his eyes went round and to every corner of the room.

I was so absorbed in watching him that Dennis was reading his letter aloud before I had opened mine.

But they were all alike, with the exception of our names.

They were on pink paper, and highly scented.