"That was the time, sir," answers Tony, faintly adjusting his whiskers. "Whereupon I wrote a line to my dear boy, the Honourable William Guppy, informing him of the appointment for to-night and advising him not to call before, Boguey being a slyboots."

"That's it," answers Tony, adjusting his whiskers. "Whereupon I wrote to you, my dear boy."
