"You, Greenwood! What—are you a politician?"
"Not so profound nor so well versed as your lordship; but I flatter myself that, aided by your lordship's advice——"
"Lady Tremordyn would never consent to it!"
"And by Lady Tremordyn's suggestions——"
"It would never do! She will have a man of rank and family; and—excuse me, Greenwood—although you are no doubt rich enough far a lord, and well educated, and clever, and so on—the deuce of it is that we don't know who the devil you are!"
"An excellent family—an excellent family, my dear lord," exclaimed Mr. Greenwood; "and although nothing equal to your own, which I know to be the most ancient in England——"
"Or Scotland, or Ireland, either."
"Or Scotland, or Ireland, or even Europe—still——"
"No—it cannot be done, Greenwood;—it cannot be done," interrupted the nobleman. "I would do any thing to oblige you;—but——"
At that moment the door opened, and Lafleur entered the study.