"The chaffing is all to be on one side, is it, George? Well; I will say nothing to add to your discomforts. What is it ails you? You will drink liqueurs after dinner. That is what makes you so wretched. And I believe you drink them before dinner too."
"Hardly ever. I don't do such a thing three times in a month. It is not that; but things do trouble me so."
"I suppose Sir Harry is not well pleased."
"He is doing what he ought not to do, I must say that;—quite what I call ungentlemanlike. A lawyer should never be allowed to interfere between gentlemen. I wonder who would stand it, if an attorney were set to work to make all manner of inquiries about everything that he had ever done?"
"I could not, certainly. I should cave in at once, as the boys say."
"Other men have been as bad as I have, I suppose. He is sending about everywhere."
"Not only sending, George, but going himself. Do you know that Sir Harry did me the honour of visiting me?"
"No!"
"But he did. He sat there in that very chair, and talked to me in a manner that nobody ever did before, certainly. What a fine old man he is, and how handsome!"
"Yes; he is a good-looking old fellow."