"So you live here, Mr. Calladine?" said Hanaud, taking off his hat and laying it down.
"Yes."
"With your servants, of course?"
"They come in during the day," said Calladine, and Hanaud looked at him curiously.
"Do you mean that you sleep here alone?"
"Yes."
"But your valet?"
"I don't keep a valet," said Calladine; and again the curious look came into Hanaud's eyes.
"Yet," he suggested gently, "there are rooms enough in your set of chambers to house a family."
Calladine coloured and shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.