The speakers stood still at the very door of the mushroom-house, and the Duke said:
"By Jove!"
"I beg your pardon, Duke?"
"By Jove! It's lucky you reminded me. Rodney, have you a sheet of paper?"
"A sheet of paper?"
"Only a scrap—enough for me to disinherit that false woman upon—and a pencil."
The Duchess with difficulty repressed an outcry as she sank down upon a superb specimen of the Black Marsh mushroom.
"I think so, Duke. I have half an envelope."
"Enough. Give it me."