"And, now, Mirrable, you can go down and send up some tea for myself and Lady Maude.

What time do we dine ?" "Mr.Elster ordered it for eight o'clock." "And what business had _he_ to take orders upon himself ?" and the pale little eyes flashed with anger.

"Who's Val Elster, that he should interfere?
I sent word by the servants that we wouldn't dine till nine." "Mr.Elster is in his own house, madam; and--" "In his own house!" raved Lady Kirton.

"It's no house of his; it's his brother's.

And I wish I was his brother for a day only; I'd let Mr.Val know what presumption comes to.