So I flatter myself.
Peer.
[Raises his hat.]
I’d have taken my oath you were simply a parson;
And I find I’ve the honour——. Well, best is best;—
When the hall door stands wide,—shun the kitchen way;
When the king’s to be met with,—avoid the lackey.
The Lean One.
Your hand! You appear to be free from prejudice.
Say on then, my friend; in what way can I serve you?