They came up to the group by the open window, still conversing hotly, indifferent to listeners.
'You won't keep him from me; I have him,' said Beauchamp.
'You delude yourself; I have his promise, his pledged word,' said Grancey
Lespel.
'The man himself told you his opinion of renegade Whigs.'
'Renegade!'
'Renegade Whig is an actionable phrase,' Mr. Culbrett observed.
He was unnoticed.
'If you don't like "renegade," take "dead,"' said Beauchamp. 'Dead Whig resurgent in the Tory. You are dead.'
'It's the stupid conceit of your party thinks that.'
'Dead, my dear Mr. Lespel. I'll say for the Whigs, they would not be seen touting for Tories if they were not ghosts of Whigs. You are dead. There is no doubt of it.'