'Common enough to be classed.'
Beauchamp struck through the conversation of the pair: 'Can I see you alone to-night, sir, or to-morrow morning?'
'You may catch me where you can,' was Mr. Romfrey's answer.
'Where's that? It's for your sake and mine, not for Dr. Shrapnel's.
I have to speak to you, and must. You have done your worst with him;
you can't undo it. You have to think of your honour as a gentleman.
I intend to treat you with respect, but wolf is the title now, whether
I say it or not.'
'Shrapnel's a rather long-legged sheep?'
'He asks for nothing from you.'
'He would have got nothing, at a cry of peccavi!'
'He was innocent, perfectly blameless; he would not lie to save himself.
You mistook that for—but you were an engine shot along a line of rails.
He does you the justice to say you acted in error.'
'And you're his parrot.'
'He pardons you.'