'Oh, yes, this is the place.'
'Don't look extra lively, does it? As if they kept a funeral on the premises. Nodding plumes out of every window would give a finishing touch. A bit too much in the big bow-wow style to suit me.'
'It does take a big man to properly fill it, as perhaps you found.'
'I found? Fitz, you're a fair treat. You'd better take something for it before it goes too far.'
Mr. Merrett sounded a salute on the knocker and the bell. The door flew open. A powdered footman stood within.
'Marquis of Twickenham at home?'
'His lordship is----' the footman began, then stopped to stare. 'I beg pardon, I----' The man stopped again.
'Well? Get it out! You thought what! For pains in the back try Jujah!'
'I beg your lordship's pardon. I thought your lordship was engaged. I wasn't aware your lordship was out.'