They arrived at the garden-gate.
“You have a charming garden, Dr. Shrapnel,” said Lord Palmet, very affably and loudly, with a steady observation of the cottage windows.
Dr. Shrapnel flung the gate open.
Lord Palmet raised his hat and entered, crying loudly, “A very charming garden, upon my word!”
Captain Baskelett followed him, bowing stiffly.
“I am,” he said, “Captain Beauchamp’s cousin. I am Captain Baskelett, one of the Members for the borough.”
The doctor said, “Ah.”
“I wish to see Captain Beauchamp, sir. He is absent?”
“I shall have him here shortly, sir.”
“Oh, you will have him!” Cecil paused.