Dissembling the spite aroused within him, he postponed his very strongly fortified design, and said, “You must be lonely.”
Van Diemen informed him that it would be for a night only, as young Fellingham was coming down to keep him company.
“At six o’clock this evening, then,” said Tinman. “We’re not fashionable in Winter.”
“Hang me, if I know when ever we were!” Van Diemen rejoined.
“Come, though, you’d like to be. You’ve got your ambition, Philip, like other men.”
“Respectable and respected—that ‘s my ambition, Mr. Mart.”
Tinman simpered: “With your wealth!”
“Ay, I ‘m rich—for a contented mind.”
“I ‘m pretty sure you ‘ll approve my new vintage,” said Tinman. “It’s direct from Oporto, my wine-merchant tells me, on his word.”
“What’s the price?”