Our friend Undy found that he had to obey, and he was soon confronted with Mr.Chaffanbrass in the humbler manner which that gentleman thought so desirable.
'You are a member of the House of Commons, I believe, Mr.Scott ?' began Mr.Chaffanbrass.
Undy acknowledged that he was so.
'And you are the son of a peer, I believe ?' 'A Scotch peer,' said Undy.
'Oh, a Scotch peer,' said Mr.Chaffanbrass, bringing his wig forward over his left eye in a manner that was almost irresistible -- 'a Scotch peer--a member of Parliament, and son of a Scotch peer; and you have been a member of the Government, I believe, Mr.Scott ?' Undy confessed that he had been in office for a short time.
'A member of Parliament, a son of a peer, and one of the Government of this great and free country.

You ought to be a proud and a happy man.

You are a man of fortune, too, I believe, Mr.Scott ?' 'That is a matter of opinion,' said Undy; 'different people have different ideas.

I don't know what you call fortune.' 'Why I call L20,000 a fortune--this sum that the lady had who married the Frenchman.

Have you L20,000 ?' 'I shall not answer that question.' 'Have you L10,000?
You surely must have as much as that, as I know you married a fortune yourself,--unless, indeed, a false-hearted trustee has got hold of your money also.