"Yes, sir—a soft voice like, sir."
"Ha! Since when?"
"Since you went away, sir. He's always at it."
"Exactly. Well, and what did you think of it?"
"Beg pardon, sir?"
"What do you think about his talking in this voice?"
"Oh, that it's only his play, sir."
"I see. That's all, Pitting."
The butler disappeared and closed the door noiselessly behind him.
Guildea turned his eyes on his friend.