Then, suddenly, wrathfully: "What are you saying, sir ?" he roared.
"The truth, sir." "The truth ?" echoed the secretary.
"Ay, sir--the truth.

Have ye never heard of it ?" Mr.Templeton sat back again.

"I begin to think," said he, surveying through narrowing eyes the slender graceful figure before him, "that her ladyship is right that you are mad; unless--unless you are mad of the same madness that beset Ulysses.

You remember ?" "Let us have done," cried Rotherby in a burst of anger, leaping to his feet.

"Let us have done, I say! Are we to waste the day upon this Tom o' Bedlam?
Write him down as Caryll--Justin Caryll--'tis the name he's known by; and let Green see to the rest." Mr.Templeton made an impatient sound, and poised his pen.
"Ye are not to suppose, sir," Mr.Caryll stayed him, "that I cannot support my statements.