He had seemed to suspect and hint at some taint in the fountain of honour that had so unexpectedly flowed forth.
"I can't tell what to make of it," I cried.
He stopped again, as he was about to set his foot on the step of his coach, and turned, facing me squarely.
"There's no other friend at all in London, Simon ?" he asked.

Again I grew red, as he stood watching me.

"Is there not one other ?" I collected myself as well as I could and answered, "One that would give me a commission in the Life Guards, my lord ?" And I laughed in scorn.
My lord shrugged his shoulders and mounted into the coach.

I closed the door behind him, and stood waiting his reply.

He leant forward and spoke across me to the lackey behind, saying, "Go on, go on." "What do you mean, my lord ?" I cried.