That was not allowed.

I took it up my waistcoat.

In those days I said that if I wrote a book I would dedicate it to you without permission, and London, when I came to it, was to me the town where you lived." There was a great deal of truth in this; indeed, Mr.Labouchere's single-hearted enthusiasm--be his politics right or wrong--is well calculated to fascinate young men.
If it was slightly over-charged, the temptation was great.

Andrew was keenly desirous of carrying his point, and he wanted his host to see that he was only thinking of his good.
"Well, but what is it you would have me do ?" asked Mr.Labouchere, who often had claimants on his bounty and his autographs.
"I want you," said Andrew eagerly, "to die." The two men looked hard at each other.

There was not even a clock in the room to break the silence.