"If Mr.Caryll is of the same mind as his lordship, we had best get to work at once," he said; and bowing to them, withdrew with Gascoigne.
"See to the swords, Mainwaring," said Rotherby shortly.

"Here, Fanny!" This to Falgate, whose name was Francis, and who delighted in the feminine diminutive which his intimates used toward him.

"Come help me with my clothes." "I vow to Gad," protested Mr.Falgate, advancing to the task.

"I make but an indifferent valet, my dear." Mr.Caryll stood thoughtful a moment when Rotherby's wishes had been made known to him.

The odd irony of the situation--the key to which he was the only one to hold--was borne in upon him.