“We ain't nothin' fo' style, it bein' my opinion that where a man's a born gentleman he's got a heap of reason fo' to be grateful but none to brag,” said Cavendish.
“Dick's kind of titles are like having red hair and squint eyes. Once they get into a family they stick,” explained Polly.
“I've noticed that, 'specially about squint eyes.” Yancy was glad to plant his feet on familiar ground.
“These here titles go to the eldest son. He begins by bein' a viscount,” continued Chills and Fever. He wished Yancy to know the full measure of their splendor.
“And their wives are ladies-ain't they, Dick?”
Cavendish nodded.
“Anybody with half an eye would know you was a lady, ma'am,” said Yancy.
“Kep here is an Honorable, same as a senator or a congressman,” Cavendish went on.
“At his age, too!” commented Yancy.
“And my daughter's the Lady Constance,” said Polly.