"That's true. You're in the right. On what subject did you wish advice?"
"I'll tell you by and by. We have plenty of time. In the first place, my name is Stranleigh."
"Oh, are you Lord Stranleigh that all these fools are making such a fuss about?"
"I don't know about the fuss, but I am Lord Stranleigh."
"Well, if you expect me to say 'my lord' after every second word, you'll need to pay extra for that. I can't do it for a pound."
"I'd much rather you didn't. You may call me Teddy if you like, unless you think it's disrespectful to the President of the United States to waste such a cognomen on a person so useless and indolent as myself."
"Well, Lord Stranleigh, you've butted your head against the District Council. You're quite in the wrong. Your plans should have been submitted to them, and you should not have put spade into the ground until you received the Council's permission."
"Oh, I know all that already. I haven't paid five shillings an hour to be told what is within my own knowledge."
"Excuse me, what did you wish advice about?"
"I am interested in Grocer Greenleaves' barrels
