He is making on oaf of him--a slangy, impudent little--" "Your Grace!" interrupted Baron Dangloss sharply.
"Uncle Jack's all right," declared the Prince, vaguely realising that a defence should be forthcoming.
"He is, eh ?" rasped the exasperated Duke, mopping his brow.
"He sure is," pronounced the Prince with a finality that left no room for doubt.

They say that fierce little Baron Dangloss, in striving to suppress a guffaw, choked so impressively that there was a momentary doubt as to his ever getting over it alive.
"He is a mountebank--a meddler, that's what he is.

The sooner we come to realise it, the better," exclaimed the over-heated Duke.

"He has greater influence over our beloved Prince than any one else in the royal household.

He has no business here--none whatsoever.