I’m waiting for Mr. Murray, my best man.
Mr. Cheal.
[Rather testily.] Mr. Murray! [Hugh is gazing into the fire.] Mr. Murray, please.
Hugh Murray.
Eh?
Mr. Cheal.
Mr. Renshaw is waiting.
Hugh Murray.
I beg your pardon, Mr. Renshaw. I must ask you to dispense with my assistance this morning.