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.