"But madam, consider——"
"Pooh to the company! Pray be seated again, Major John. You love your nephew, sir?"
"Indeed! 'Tis a noble fellow, handsome, rich and—young——"
"True, he's very young, Major John!"
"And—er—" the Major glanced a little helplessly towards the tobacco-box, "he—he loves you and, er——"
"Mm!" said Lady Betty, biting the pen thoughtfully between white teeth. "He loves me, sir—go on, I beg!"
"And being a lover he awaits you impatiently."
"And the others, sir."
"And the others of course, and here are you—I mean here am I——"
"You, Major John—but O why drag yourself into it?"