"My taste was always bad."
"That I can easily imagine."
"There is something which I also can easily imagine."
"Indeed?"
"I can imagine that your uncle left you something besides Exham Park."
"What is that?"
"A little of his temper."
"Mr Morice! I have no wish to exchange retorts with you, but, from what you say, it is quite obvious that your uncle left you all his manners."
"Thank you. Anything else?"
"Yes, Mr Morice, there is something else. It is not my fault that we are neighbours."