"Thank you, my lord, I think I'd rather stand. How long is this sort of thing going to continue?"
"Do you mean the weather? Oh, I think we are sure of a pleasant month yet."
"How long are you going to cut your own throat to spite me?"
"Really, Mr. Brassard, you are speaking in parables. Elucidate."
"You know very well what I mean. Lord Stranleigh. How long are you going to finance that incapable ass, Bendale?"
"Ah, yes, I see; you're meaning the shops! Why, of course. You're in the business, too, aren't you? I remember now. Oh, well, it's such a small affair I don't give it any particular attention. The management is entirely in Bendale's hands. Do you think him incapable? I was rather impressed with the man's business energy, and the way he bought up those shops for me, driving shrewd bargains, and holding his tongue as if he had been born dumb, so took my fancy that it's somewhat of a shock to hear you say anything against him. I shouldn't like my confidence in him undermined."
Brassard drew out a large coloured handkerchief and mopped his brow.
"I've come to talk business, my lord."
Stranleigh smiled, and lit another cigarette.
"When last I enjoyed the pleasure of meeting
