"None better, none better. I may say a genius for busi—hem-hem! Miss Cameron a young woman of bus-bus-business, my lord?"
"Not much of that, I fear. A million, did you say?"
"At least!—indeed, at least—money so scarce, speculation so sure in America; great people the Americans, rising people, gi-gi-giants—giants!"
"I am wasting your whole morning,—too bad in me," said Vargrave, as the clock struck five; "the Lords meet this evening,—important business; once more a thousand thanks to you; good day."
"A very good day to you, my lord; don't mention it; glad at any time to ser-ser-serve you," said Mr. Douce, fidgeting, curveting, and prancing round Lord Vargrave, as the latter walked through the outer office to the carriage.
"Not a step more; you will catch cold. Good-by—on Monday, then, seven o'clock. The House of Lords."
And Lumley threw himself back in his carriage in high spirits.
CHAPTER IV.
OUBLIE de Tullie, et brave du Senat.*
VOLTAIRE: Brutus, Act ii. sc. 1.
* "Forgotten by Tully and bullied by the Senate."