"And must I talk to them?"
"In plain English——"
"It's the only language I speak plainly."
"Wait till I finish, boy! In plain English, you must flirt with them."
"Flirt?" said Silverdale, aghast. "What! With young and beautiful girls?"
"I know it is hard, Lord Silverdale, but you will do it for my sake!" They were sitting on an ottoman, and the lovely face which looked pleadingly up into his was very near. The young man got up and walked up and down.
"Hang it!" he murmured disconsolately. "Can't you try them on Turple the magnificent. Or why not get a music-master or a professor of painting?"
"Music-masters touch the wrong chord, and professors of painting are mostly old masters. You are young and polished and can flirt with tact and taste."
"Thank you," said the poor young peer, making a wry face. "And therefore I'm to be a flirtation machine."
"An electric battery if you like. I don't desire to mince my words. There's no gain in not calling a spade a spade."