I don’t know about that. I flatter myself I’m worth my salt.
[The Butler shows in Frederick Bennett. He is a little man, thin, middle-aged, clean shaven, with a sharp face, and an extremely respectable appearance. He wears gold spectacles. He is in a tail coat and carries a tall hat in his hand. The Butler goes out after announcing him.
George Winter.
What’s the matter, Fred?
Bennett.
I went round to Portman Square, Governor, and they told me you were here; I thought I’d better come on at once.
Etchingham.
Nothing has happened, Mr. Bennett?
Bennett.
No, my lord. [To George Winter.] May I speak to you for a moment, Governor?