"To place yourself entirely in my hands, and let me bring this unfortunate matter to a satisfactory conclusion."
"I will do so, Len. Thank you a thousand, thousand times. I am eternally grateful to you."
"Nonsense. I love you, Gerald; our interests are one. Look at yourself in the glass; you are a perfect scarecrow."
"I have had no sleep since the night before last.
"Is that a fit condition in which to set about a task so delicate? It would be inviting failure. First, you must have some breakfast."
"I can't eat, Len."
"You must. A devilled bone and a glass or two of champagne." He rang the bell, and gave the order, and ordered also a warm bath to be prepared. "Now, Gerald. The bath first, the devilled bone and a pint of champagne next, and then to bed for two or three hours. When you awake, refreshed and with a clear mind, I will tell you all about Emilia."
"You will find out where she is?"
"I will--if it is to be found out."
"And you will explain everything to her?"