Sir William.
No, sir, they are the manners, and the practices, of a Troubadour.
Miss Gower.
A troubadour in Cavendish Square! quite out of place!
Arthur.
I—I'm very sorry, sir; I—I never looked at it in that light.
Sir William.
[Snuffing.] Ah—h—h—h! ho! pi—i—i—sh!
Arthur.
But at the same time, sir, I dare say—of course I don't speak from precise knowledge—but I dare say there were a good many—a good many——-