His face was blushing; he was quite angry and hurt at what seemed to him Sir Brian's hardness of heart.
"Pardon me if I don't see the necessity," said Sir Brian.

"I have no relationship with Mrs.Mason, and do not remember ever having seen her.
Can I do anything for you, brother?
Can I be useful to you in any way?
Pray command me and Barnes here, who after City hours will be delighted if he can be serviceable to you--I am nailed to this counter all the morning, and to the House of Commons all night;--I will be with you in one moment, Mr.Quilter.

Good-bye, my dear Colonel.

How well India has agreed with you! how young you look! the hot winds are nothing to what we endure in Parliament .-- Hobson," in a low voice, "you saw about that h'm, that power of attorney--and h'm and h'm will call here at twelve about that h'm .-- I am sorry I must say good-bye--it seems so hard after not meeting for so many years." "Very," says the Colonel.
"Mind and send for me whenever you want me, now." "Oh, of course," said the elder brother, and thought when will that ever be! "Lady Anne will be too delighted at hearing of your arrival.

Give my love to Clive--a remarkable fine boy, Clive--good morning:" and the Baronet was gone, and his bald head might presently be seen alongside of Mr.Quilter's confidential grey poll, both of their faces turned into an immense ledger.
Mr.Hobson accompanied the Colonel to the door, and shook him cordially by the hand as he got into his cab.