“To be sure Mrs. M. must be consulted! Far be it from me to think of intruding myself without her permission. But you can use your influence. A word in your ear: I'm empowered to mention the name of Sir Joseph Morgan's under-butler. Manage it well, and I'll tip you a five pound note.”
“Sir Joseph Morgan's under-butler! Me? Tip me?”
“Oh, honour! honour among thieves, you know. Ha, ha! Harkye;—the moment he goes off—”
“Goes off! Who?”
“The parson.—I say, the moment he goes off—”
“Ah!”
“Smuggle me up to his wife.”
“To Mrs. M.? Smuggle you?”
“Oh! these things must be done with decorum, you know.”
“Well, but—”