"Something of the sort; but I think it's all right."
"You play up, old man," said Bob.
"Well, but what the devil are we to do with this parson?" Lord Rickmansworth demanded. "He'll be here after lunch, you know. You are an ass, Eugene, to bring him down!"
"I'm not quite sure, you know, that he won't persuade her."
"Why didn't you settle it this morning?"
"My dear fellow, she was impossible this morning."
"Oh, bosh!" said his lordship. "Now I'll tell you what you ought to have done—"
"Oh, shut up, Rick! What do you know about it? Stafford must try his luck, if he likes. Don't you fellows bother about him. I'll see him when he comes down."
"Would it be infernally uncivil if we happened to be out in the tandem!" suggested Rickmansworth.
"I expect he'd be rather glad."