Halfman heard the distressing news with equanimity.
“Why not let them kill each other?” he suggested, blandly. Blaise lifted his hands in horror.
“Friend,” he said, “in this mission I am a man of peace. Will you acquaint your lady?”
Halfman grunted acquiescence.
“Oh, ay; bring in your boobies.”
He turned on his heel and swung out through the doorway into the garden.
Sir Blaise looked after him for a moment disapprovingly, then he went to the door by which he had entered, and, opening it, called aloud,
“This way, gentlemen, this way.”