"My Lord," said I, with an appearance of great openness, "I have a confession to make."
"Well?" said he. "What is it?"
"I am disappointed," I said. "There is a deal of talk; and most interesting talk; and all very loyal and respectful. But I had fancied there was more behind."
"What do you mean?" asked he.
"Well:" I said. "If His Grace of Monmouth will do nothing, will none of his friends do it for him?"
"Of what nature?" asked my Lord.
"My Lord," said I, "need I say more?"
He was silent for a while; and I could see how his mind was a trifle bewildered. But he did presently exactly what I hoped he would do.
"Mr. Mallock," he said, "you are right: there is more behind. And I promise you you shall hear of it when the time comes. Is that enough?"
"That is enough, my Lord," said I. "I am content."