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I have not yet been introduced myself."
"You don't know Mr. Romayne?"
"I have never even seen him."
These discouraging replies were made with the perfect composure of a man
who saw his way clearly before him. Sinking from one depth of perplexity
to another, Penrose ventured on putting one last question. "How am I to
approach Mr. Romayne?" he asked.
"I can only answer that, Arthur, by admitting you still further into my
confidence. It is disagreeable to me," said the reverend gentleman, with
the most becoming humility, "to speak of myself. But it must be done.
Shall we have a little coffee to help us through the coming extract from
Father Benwell's autobiography? Don't look so serious, my son! When the
occasion justifies it, let us take life lightly." He rang the bell and
ordered the coffee, as if he was the master of the house. The servant
treated him with the most scrupulous respect. He hummed a little tune,
and talked at intervals of the weather, while they were waiting. "Plenty
of sugar, Arthur?" he inquired, when the coffee was brought in.


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