"His judgment is really wonderful." "Wish we could get him to come and sit on the bench sometimes, then," Lord Saxthorpe remarked heartily.

"Our neighbours in this part of the world are not overburdened with brains.

By-the-by," he went on, "that reminds me.

You haven't got such a thing as a mysterious invalid in the house, have you ?" There was a moment's rather curious silence.

Mr.Fentolin was sitting like a carved figure, with a glass of wine half raised to his lips.
Gerald had broken off in the middle of a sentence and was staring at Lord Saxthorpe.