"Why, you see, you have all behaved very ill to my uncle—I am really sorry for it, but I can do nothing."
"What, this confounded peerage! Will that content him, and nothing short of it?"
"Nothing."
"He must have it, by Jove!"
"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."