"Oh, Mr. Waverton!" Harry grinned. "You do honour me. Pray let me present you to my poor wife."
Geoffrey took no notice of him. "Madame, your obedient," he bowed to
Alison. "I beg leave to have some speech with you."
"There's still some dinner. Draw up a chair," said Harry.
"I did not come to dine, sir."
"Oh, that's a sad stomach of yours. A glass of wine, then?"
"I do not take wine with you, Mr. Boyce."
"I wonder if you have made a mistake. For you have come into my house."
"I will answer for all my mistakes, sir, with hearty goodwill."
"Egad, you'll be busy."
"Oh, be silent!" Alison cried. "You are welcome, Mr. Waverton. How can I serve you?"