"What has that to do with it?"
"Nothing on earth. Therefore I advise you not to take him to Silverbridge."
"You needn't preach."
"You may call it what you like. Tifto would not hold his tongue, and there is nothing he could say there which would not be to your prejudice."
"Will you go?"
"If you wish it," said Tregear.
"What will the governor say?"
"That must be your look-out. In a political point of view I shall not disgrace you. I shall hold my tongue and look like a gentleman,—neither of which is in Tifto's power."
And so it was settled, that on the day but one after this conversation Lord Silverbridge and Tregear should go together to Silverbridge. But the Major, when on the same night his noble friend's altered plans were explained to him, did not bear the disappointment with equanimity. "Isn't that a little strange?" he said, becoming very red in the face.
"What do you call strange?" said the Lord.