Lancelot was charmed with his affability. It gave him the feeling of having been made one of the family straight away.
'You really want my opinion?'
'I do. I want your candid opinion as a God-fearing man and a member of a West-End tailoring firm.'
'But I'm not.'
'Not a God-fearing man?'
'Not a member of a West-End tailoring firm.'
'Come, come,' said his lordship, testily. 'You represent Gusset and Mainprice, of Cork Street.'
'No, I don't.'
'Then who the devil are you?'
'My name is Mulliner.'