[Shaking hands with Murray.] My best man. Good morning, Murray. Was it a shock, George?
Lord Dangars.
Terrible! You might have knocked me down with one of Clotilda Green’s lace fans.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Shut up, now! I’ve played that sort of game out; so no reminiscences.
Lord Dangars.
Trust me, my dear boy. Make me a friend of your hearth and edit my recollections.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Then all you remember is that at Cambridge I was a diligent but unlucky student.