"Yes; yes. I had something that I thought I might as well say to you, though, upon my word, I almost forget what it was."
"Then I may as well take my leave."
"Don't do that. You see, Mr. Dean, belonging to the church militant as you do, you are so heroically pugnacious! You must like fighting very much."
"When I have anything which I conceive it to be my duty to fight for, I think I do."
"Things are generally best got without fighting. You want to make your grandson Marquis of Brotherton."
"I want to ensure to my grandson anything that may be honestly and truly his own."
"You must first catch a grandson."
It was on his lips to say that certainly no heir should be caught on his side of the family after the fashion that had been practised by his lordship in catching the present pseudo-Popenjoy; but he was restrained by a feeling of delicacy in regard to his own daughter. "My lord," he said, "I am not here to discuss any such contingency."
"But you don't scruple to discuss my contingency, and that in the most public manner. It has suited me, or at any rate it has been my chance, to marry a foreigner. Because you don't understand Italian fashions you don't scruple to say that she is not my wife."
"I have never said so."