"More shame for you, who ought not to have given up your independence for millions," said I. "You cannot now vote against the man who gives you a seat."
Napier showed his teeth, merely observing, "You have such a comical way of talking to one."
Lord Fife now came sailing up the room, and all the women immediately made up to him. "My lord," said one, "have you spoken to the manager about bringing my young friend out at the opera house this season?"
"Yes, yes," said Fife, nodding his head, "I saw him to-day; he expects her. When you take her to him, send in my card and he will receive you well."
"Dear Lord Fife," said another, "we want to go to Elliston's masquerade."
"Certainly, certainly, to be sure," answered the good-natured Fife, still nodding assent, "I will send you tickets to-morrow."
"And I," said Amy, "want a box at Covent Garden on Monday."
"To be sure, to be sure," still continued the promising earl.
"Lord Fife," said I, "Sir Harcourt Lees wants to shoot grouse this season, on your estate in the North."