Cheesacre sat for some time silent, blowing out huge clouds of smoke while he meditated a little plan. "I'll tell you what it is, Bellfield," he said at last. "She's nothing to you, and if you won't mind it, I'll go. Mrs. Jones shall get you anything you like for dinner,--and,--and--I'll stand you a bottle of the '34 port!"

Cheesacre sat for some time silent and meditating a little plan. "I'll tell you what, Bellfield," he said at last. "She's nothing to you, and if you won't mind staying here, I'll go. Mrs. Jones shall get you anything you like for dinner - and - and I'll stand you a bottle of the '34 port!"
