"Yes, nipped over a ladder—I say, Tuppy, you're not scared?"
"Not a bit, oh dear no," replied Tuppy, without any great heartiness.
"There wasn't any danger, you know."
"Of course not," said Tuppy airily, "quite so."
He glanced apprehensively at the shattered glass of the door.
"Better put up the shutters, old feller," he said with a careless wave of his hand, "there's a beastly draught."
There were, as it happened, two folding shutters, artfully concealed at the side of the door, which Hank closed.
Tuppy sighed explosively.
"Of course," he said, "a little thing like that wouldn't worry me. To a feller who has seen the ups an' downs of life, especially the downs, an incident of this description—put the bar over that shutter, Hank, old friend, I still feel the draught—an incident of this description is mere child's play—I think I'll toddle."
The Duke protested.