Between you and me, my good friend, I have a thing to tell that 'twill oblige my Lord Dunoran very much to hear.

My Lord Townshend will want his vote.

He means to prove his peerage immediately and he may give a poor devil a lift, you see--hey?
So next day there came my Lord Dunoran and a magistrate, not Mr.
Lowe--Mr.Dangerfield professed a contempt for him, and preferred any other.

So it was Mr.Armstrong this time, and that is all I know of him.
Lord Dunoran was more pale than usual; indeed he felt like to faint on coming into the presence of the man who had made his life so indescribably miserable, and throughout the interview he scarcely spoke six sentences, and not one word of reproach.

The villain was down.