And he slapped his legs again, while he repeated the name of Dunn over and over again.
“I want to know something about this same Mr. Dunn,” said Lord Lackington, confidentially.
“So do I; like it of all things,” cried Twining. “Clever fellow-wonderful fellow—up to everything—acquainted with everybody. Great fun!”
“He occupies a very distinguished position in Ireland, I fancy,” said his Lordship, with such a marked stress on the locality as to show that such did not constitute an imperial reputation.
“Yes, yes, man of the day there; do what he likes; very popular—immensely popular!” said Twining, as he laughed on.
“So that you know no more of him than his public repute—-no more than I know myself,” said his Lordship.
“Not so much as your Lordship, I'm certain,” said Twining, as though it would have been unbecoming in him to do so; “in fact, my business transactions are such mere nothings, that it's quite a kindness on his part to undertake them—trifles, no more!”
And Twining almost hugged himself in the ecstasy which his last words suggested.
“Mine,” said Lord Lackington, haughtily, “are of consequence enough to fetch him hither—a good thousand miles away from England; but he is pretty certain of its being well worth his while, to come.”
“Quite convinced of that—could swear it,” said Twining, eagerly.