Fenton led the way into the smoking-room, selected a couple of chairs in the further corner, then held out his cigar case.
If I were Mr. Fenton, I should summon him at once as witness.
When everything had been done that was possible to be done in that part of the country, Mr. Fenton went back to London.
Fenton uttered a smothered exclamation which I am afraid would have shocked his sisters.
There was a Mr. Fenton somewhere in the world, but his wife was quite indifferent to his existence.
