fifty-two; he didn't count.

But a handsome young chap, now, in white flannels and sport shirt, his head bound picturesquely-- "Don't let that bother you," he said.

"Those duds of his are mine." Still, Cutty was grateful for this little diversion.

As he drew back Kitty's chair he was wholly himself again.

At once he dictated the trend of the conversation, moved it whither he willed, into strange channels, gave them all a glimpse of his amazing versatility, with vivid shafts of humour to light up corners.
Kuroki, who had travelled far with his master these ten years, sometimes paused in his rounds to nod affirmatively.
Hawksley listened intently, wondering a bit.