"Yes."
Stainton looked at him narrowly, from under heavy brows. He regularly tapped his knuckles with the envelope.
"For a day?" he asked.
"Sir?"
"I mean: is this a world-without-end business so far as you are concerned, or is it one of your little amusements by the way?"
The Austrian clenched his teeth.
"Do you mean to insult me, sir?"
"I assure you that I mean nothing of the sort."
"Then you insult your wife!"
"Not at all. I am sorry that you should suppose I could think ill of her."