But he liked his subject, and meant to stick to it.
Lady Dunstable turned on him a pair of sarcastic eyes.
"That's so like you clever people.

You would die rather than take advice." "Advice!--yes.

As much as you like, dear lady.

But--" "But what--" she asked, imperatively, nettled in her turn.
"Well--you must put it prettily!" said Meadows, smiling.

"We want a great deal of jam with the powder." "You want to be flattered?
I never flatter! It is the most despicable of arts." "On the contrary--one of the most skilled.