'Eh?
You really think so, Gashford ?' 'Surely I do,' the secretary cried, with looks of great surprise.
'Humph!' he muttered.

'Yes, that seems reasonable.' 'I hope my lord--' the secretary began.
'Hope!' he echoed, interrupting him.

'Why do you say, you hope?
There's no harm in thinking of such things.' 'Not in dreams,' returned the Secretary.
'In dreams! No, nor waking either.' -- '"Called, and chosen, and faithful,"' said Gashford, taking up Lord George's watch which lay upon a chair, and seeming to read the inscription on the seal, abstractedly.
It was the slightest action possible, not obtruded on his notice, and apparently the result of a moment's absence of mind, not worth remark.
But as the words were uttered, Lord George, who had been going on impetuously, stopped short, reddened, and was silent.

Apparently quite unconscious of this change in his demeanour, the wily Secretary stepped a little apart, under pretence of pulling up the window-blind, and returning when the other had had time to recover, said: 'The holy cause goes bravely on, my lord.

I was not idle, even last night.