"You had breakfast there this morning?" He bowed his assent eloquently, I thought.
"Then by all means sit down and have breakfast."
"Oh, really, no—by no means—I assure you I'd a capital breakfast—"
"Clem!"
Clem placed a chair, into which Mr. Price dropped without loss of time, though protesting with polished vehemence against the imposition.
His eyes shone, nevertheless, as Clem set a cup of coffee at his elbow and brought a plate.
"May I ask when you arrived?" I questioned.
"Only last evening."
"Then you dined at the City Hotel?"
"Major Blake, I will be honest with you—I did!"