“And even that may come too late.”
“Ha! do you think so?”
“Will you leave the matter to me?”
“Certainly—you are a monstrous clever fellow, and we all esteem you.”
“Sit down and write as I dictate, my dear lord.”
“Well,” said Lord Saxingham, seating himself at Lumley’s enormous writing-table—“well, go on.”
“My dear Mr. Templeton—”
“Too familiar,” said Lord Saxingham.
“Not a bit; go on.”
“My dear Mr. Templeton:—