“Even so—but with politeness,” said Lady Sarah.
“Perhaps your ladyship has solved the problem how to kick a man out of your house politely. If so, I would willingly pay you for the recipe; I have been in search of it all my life,” said Sir Francis.
“Surely, sir, if you kick a man hard enough with your slippers on he will leave your house as surely as if you wear the boots of a Life Guardsman,” said Lady Susan timidly.
“I doubt it not, madam; but before trying such an experiment it would be well to make sure that the fellow does not wear boots himself.”
“Psha! Sir Francis. If a man were to beg leave to measure the thickness of his enemy's soles before offering to kick him there would be very few cases of assault and battery,” cried Lady Susan.
“That is good philosophy—see what we have come to—philosophy, when we started talking of lovemaking,” said Sir Francis.
“However we have digressed in conversation, sir, our minds remain steadfast on the point round which we have been circling,” said Lady Sarah.
“And that is———”
“That Lord B———must go.”
The door was thrown open and Lord B——— entered.