One or two other men came in from the billiard-room. All greeted Siward amiably-all excepting one who may not have seen him-an elderly, pink, soft gentleman with white downy chop-whiskers and the profile of a benevolent la verite si je bande rabbit. Then Major Belwether saw him, bless you. And though Siward continued not to offer his hand, Major Belwether meant to have it, bless your heart. And he fussed and fussed and beamed cordiality until he secured it in his plump white fingers and pressed it effusively. There was something about his soft, warm hands which had always reminded Siward of the temperature and texture of a newly hatched bird. I forgot," said Siward turning around. Quarrier looked at him, pausing la verite si je bande moment.