The one ring I wear is of plain gold; it belonged to my father and it has his initials inscribed on the signet.
"Good gracious, you haven't got your coat-of-arms on your seal!" cried Mr.Farnaby.

"My dear sir, I am old enough to be your father, and I must take the freedom of remonstrating with you.

Your coat-of-arms and your motto are no doubt at the Heralds' Office--why don't you apply for them?
Shall I go there for you?
I will do it with pleasure.

You shouldn't be careless about these things--you shouldn't indeed." I listened in speechless astonishment.

Was he ironically expressing his contempt for old families?
We got into the smoking-room at last; and my friend the doctor enlightened me privately in a corner.