Really, you know, it's a terribly serious matter, Brock.
It means fortune and honour to me, as well as millions to the rate-payers of Greater London.

All you've got to do is to register at the Bristol, get interviewed by the papers, attend one or two sessions of the convention, which lasts three days, and then go off into the mountains with the Rodneys,--the society reporters will do the rest." "With the Rodneys?
My dear fellow, suppose that they object to the substitution! Really, you know, it's not to be thought of." "Deuce take it, man, the Rodneys are not to know that there has been a substitution.

Perfectly simple, can't you see ?" "I'm damned if I do." "What a stupid ass you are, Brock! The Rodneys have never laid eyes on me.

They know of me as Edith's husband, that's all.

They are to take you in as Medcroft, of course." At this point Brock set up an emphatic remonstrance.