"I—I suppose, sir—you have no idea of—er—discontinuing your—er—profession?"
My lord gave an irrepressible little laugh.
"Faith, Mr. Warburton, I've only just begun!"
"Only—But a year ago, Mr. Richard—"
"I held him up? Ay, but to tell the truth, sir, I've not done much since then!"
"Then, sir, you are not—er—notorious?"
"Good gad, no! Notorious, forsooth! Confess, Warburton, you thought me some heroic figure? 'Gentleman Harry', perhaps?"
Warburton blushed.
"Well, sir—I—er—wondered."
"I shall have to disappoint you, I perceive. I doubt Bow Street has never heard of me—and—to tell the truth—'tis not an occupation which appeals vastly to my senses."