“My name is Mandell-Essington.”
“His name——” began Welsh.
“Have you a card?” interposed the proprietor.
“I am sorry I have not,” replied Mr Bunker (to still call him by the name of his choice).
“His name is Francis Beveridge,” said Welsh.
“I beg your pardon; it is Mandell-Essington.”
“Any other description?” Welsh asked, with a sneer.
“A gentleman, I believe.”
“No other occupation?”
“Not unless you can call a justice of the peace such,” replied Mr Bunker, with a smile.