“Two o’clock, sir.”
“With whom had he been?”
“Sir Matthew Bray, sir. Lady Drelincourt’s, I think.”
“Humph! Now, look here; can I trust you, Bell?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I’m going to give you a delicate bit of business to do for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you do it well, I shall give you a clean slate to begin again, and wipe off that last report.”
“Thankye, sir.”
“I cannot—at least I do not wish to—be seen in the business preparations, so I trust to you.”