“Well, Denville,” said Lord Carboro’, “I wanted to see you.”
“In what way can I serve your lordship?” said the MC, with his best bow.
“A pinch of your snuff.”
The pinch was taken, and the box snapped and returned.
“Your arm.”
Denville’s breast swelled as he offered his arm to the elderly beau, and a flush of hope rose into his cheeks. The sun must be coming out at last.
It was a pleasant thing to be seen walking along the Parade in so familiar a way with Lord Carboro’, and to his great delight Denville saw that the Parade was well filled.
He expected that this would be only a temporary condescension from the wealthy old nobleman; but Lord Carboro’ held on tightly, made a few very nasty remarks about some of the people they passed, and then said suddenly:
“Drelincourt has been asking me to interest myself with the Prince to get your boy a commission.”
“Indeed, my lord?”