'Then we'll have some supper first,' said Mr. Falconer, and rang the bell.
While we ate our chops—
'I dare say you think it strange,' my host said, 'that without the least claim on your acquaintance, I should have asked you to come and see me, Mr.—'
He stopped, smiling.
'My name is Gordon—Archie Gordon,' I said.
'Well, then, Mr. Gordon, I confess I have a design upon you. But you will remember that you addressed me first.'
'You spoke first,' I said.
'Did I?'
'I did not say you spoke to me, but you spoke.—I should not have ventured to make the remark I did make, if I had not heard your voice first. What design have you on me?'
'That will appear in due course. Now take a glass of wine, and we'll set out.'