What do you think of that ?" Plank's phlegmatic features flushed.

"I'm more obliged to you than I can say," he began, but Mortimer silenced him with a gesture: "Don't interrupt.

I'm going to put you through The Patroons Club by April.
That's thirty yards through the centre; d'ye see, you dunderheaded Dutchman?
It's solid gain, and it's our ball.

The Lenox will take longer; they're a 'holier-than-thou' bunch of nincompoops, and it always horrifies them to have any man elected, no matter who he is.

They'd rather die of dry rot than elect anybody; it shocks them to think that any man could have the presumption to be presented.