"My brother took to it and lives," said she.
"I know, but you are a very remarkable family."
A footman had wiped up the greater part of the champagne Seymour had spilt and now stood waiting till he could speak to him.
"Her ladyship told me to tell you that you seemed to have had enough champagne, my lord," he said.
Seymour paused for a moment, and his face turned white with indignation.
"Tell her ladyship she is quite right," he said, "and that the first sip I took of it was more than enough."
"Very good, my lord."
"And tell her that the fish was stale," said Seymour shrilly.
"Yes, my lord."
"And tell her—" began Seymour again.