"'What will be his terms?'"
"But I cannot go," I argued.
"Ye'll save a deal o' time if ye'll answer the questions, please. What'll be the terms?"
"Well, we will say a hundred guineas, as I can't go," I answered, endeavouring to restrain myself from bursting out laughing in his face.
The butler made a note of the terms, and continued:
"'Will the entertainment be consistent?'"
"What?" I ejaculated.
"'Will the entertainment be consistent?'"
"Consistent?" For the life of me, I could not see what he meant.
"Yes—consistent."