"What the d——l's this?" asked the grey gentleman jumping up.
"Your honour's nephew," said the yellow gentleman.
"Eh! what! leave us, sirrah," and "What do you want?" he said, turning to Charles.
Charles could only watch the long furrow over his nose and wonder how deep it was, when the grey gentleman caught sight of the small sword.
"Eh! what the d——l! give me that," and snatching the weapon, he broke it over his knee and flung it into the grate.
"Please, sir, my father sent me to see you."
"Who's he?"
"Valentine Lovely, sir."
"Good G——! Good G——!" muttered the old gentleman. "And Mrs. Lovely? Did she send you too?"
"Mrs. Lovely's dead, sir."