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"I am a bachelor," said he, "and being of a sociable turn I cultivate a large number of friends.

Among these are the family of a retired brewer called Melville, living at Abermarle Mansion, Kensington.

It was at his table that I met some weeks ago a young fellow named Garcia.

He was, I understood, of Spanish descent and connected in some way with the embassy.

He spoke perfect English, was pleasing in his manners, and as good-looking a man as ever I saw in my life.

"In some way we struck up quite a friendship, this young fellow and I.

He seemed to take a fancy to me from the first, and within two days of our meeting he came to see me at Lee.

One thing led to another, and it ended in his inviting me out to spend a few days at his house, Wisteria Lodge, between Esher and Oxshott.

Yesterday evening I went to Esher to fulfil this engagement.

"He had described his household to me before I went there.

He lived with a faithful servant, a countryman of his own, who looked after all his needs.

This fellow could speak English and did his housekeeping for him.

Then there was a wonderful cook, he said, a half-breed whom he had picked up in his travels, who could serve an excellent dinner.

I remember that he remarked what a queer household it was to find in the heart of Surrey, and that I agreed with him, though it has proved a good deal queerer than I thought.

"I drove to the place-about two miles on the south side of Esher.

The house was a fair-sized one, standing back from the road, with a curving drive which was banked with high evergreen shrubs.

It was an old, tumbledown building in a crazy state of disrepair.

When the trap pulled up on the grass-grown drive in front of the blotched and weather-stained door, I had doubts as to my wisdom in visiting a man whom I knew so slightly.

He opened the door himself, however, and greeted me with a great show of cordiality.

I was handed over to the manservant, a melancholy, swarthy individual, who led the way, my bag in his hand, to my bedroom.

The whole place was depressing.

Our dinner was tete-a-tete, and though my host did his best to be entertaining, his thoughts seemed to continually wander, and he talked so vaguely and wildly that I could hardly understand him.

He continually drummed his fingers on the table, gnawed his nails, and gave other signs of nervous impatience.

The dinner itself was neither well served nor well cooked, and the gloomy presence of the taciturn servant did not help to enliven us.

I can assure you that many times in the course of the evening I wished that I could invent some excuse which would take me back to Lee.

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