"What a man!" And she applied a vinaigrette delicately to her nostrils.
Tremayne smiled, and sauntered to the window.

And then at last came Mullins.
"Has any one left the house within the last ten minutes, Mullins ?" asked Sir Terence.
Mullins looked ill at ease.
"Sure, sir, you'll not be after--" "Will you answer my question, man ?" roared Sir Terence.
"Sure, then, there's nobody left the house at all but Mr.Butler, sir." "How long had he been here ?" asked O'Moy, after a brief pause.
"'Tis what I can't tell ye, sir.

I never set eyes on him until I saw him coming downstairs from her ladyship's room as it might be." "You can go, Mullins." "I hope, sir--" "You can go." And Sir Terence slammed the door upon the amazed servant, who realised that some unhappy mystery was perturbing the adjutant's household.
Sir Terence stood facing them again.

He was a changed man.

The fire had all gone out of him.