Mr.Tallente is threatening us with terrible things." "We're getting what we asked for," Lady Alice put in quickly.
Colonel Fosbrook caressed for a moment a somewhat scanty moustache.

He was a man of early middle-age, with a high forehead, an aquiline nose and a somewhat vague expression.
"I'm afraid my protection wouldn't be much use to you," he said, regarding Tallente with mild interest.

"I happen to be one of the few surviving Tories.

I imagine that Mr.Tallente's opinions and mine are so far apart that even argument would be impossible." Tallente acquiesced, smiling.
"Besides which, I never argue, outside the House," he added.

"You should stand for Parliament, Colonel Fosbrook, and let us hear once more the Athanasian Creed of politics.