The griffin was itself a compound creature, half lion and half eagle.
You know our junior partner, Mr. Griffin, has been very ill—I wrote you that.
If I should have a wire that Mr. Griffin was worse it might be shorter still.
"I'm busy, Griffin," she began, and then broke off as she saw the girls.
"Just a case of permanent glooms, if you ask me," replied Griffin airily.
"You'll get used to old Bottle Green, all right," said Griffin reassuringly.
"I hope he likes the next one," she said anxiously, whereat Griffin chuckled.
"I think it more likely that it was Griffin herself," said Elinor with spirit.
"She's with Griffin and Bottle Green," she answered under her breath.
"There she is, up on the stand with Griffin," she murmured in dismay.