"I prefer my own name, but I do not fancy that the use of it would ensure me a very warm welcome over here just now.

Besides," he added, with a glance at Philippa, "I have to consider the friends whose hospitality I have enjoyed." In a shadowy sort of way the truth began to dawn upon Richard.

His tone became grimmer and his manner more menacing.
"Maderstrom," he said, "we met last under different circumstances.

I will admit that I cut a poor figure, but mine was at least an honourable imprisonment.

I am not so sure that yours is an honourable freedom." Philippa laid her hand upon her brother's arm.
"Dick, dear, do remember that they were starving you to death!" she begged.
"You would never have lived through it," Helen echoed.
"You are talking to Mr.Lessingham," Philippa protested, "as though he were an enemy, instead of the best friend you ever had in your life." Richard waved them away.
"You must leave this to us," he insisted.