"D, sir! What, sir?"
"No matter what," said the Baronet. "No name beginning with D—eh?"
"No, sir. You don't think they're going by a false name?" inquired the lady, curiously.
"What the devil puts that in your head? Take care of the law; you must not talk that way, you foolish little rogue."
"I did not know, sir," timidly answered Mrs. Jones, who saw in Sir Jekyl, the Parliament-man, Deputy-Lieutenant, and Grand Juror, a great oracle of the law.
"I only wanted to know whether you had happened to hear the name of the elder of the two gentlemen, and could recollect what letter it begins with."
"No, sir, please."
"So you've no more to tell me?"
"Nothing, sir."
"If they come back tell them I rode over to offer them some shooting, and to beg they'd remember to come to Marlowe. You won't forget?"