“And do you imagine he has taken me into his confidence, Mr. Balfour?” asked she, with a smile.
“Not formally, perhaps,—not what we call officially; but he may have done so in that more effective way termed 'officiously.'”
“Not even that. I could probably make as good a guess about your own future intentions as those of the Chief Baron.”
“You have heard him talk of them?”
“Scores of times.”
“And in what tone,—with what drift?”
“Always as that of one very ill-used, hardly treated, undervalued, and the like.”
“And the remedy? What was the remedy?”
“To make him a peer,—at least, so his friends say.”
“But taking that to be impossible, what next?”