Mr. Archibald Touris put out a wrinkled hand to his wine-glass. "You have been in warm countries. I envy you! I wish that I could get warm."
"Black Hill is looking finely. All the young trees-"
"Yes. I took pride in planting.-But what for-what for-what for?" He shivered. "Glenfernie, please close that window!"
Alexander, coming back, stood