Robinson apologetically hums and hahs, flounders through the bad bit of road as he can; flounderingly indicates that he has more to offer.
KING.

"'Let us see then (VOYONS), what is there more ?' ROBINSON (with preliminary flourishings and flounderings, yet confidently, as now tabling his best card)....

"'Permitted to offer your Majesty the whole of Austrian Guelderland; lies contiguous to your Majesty's Possessions in the Rhine Country; important completion of these: I am permitted to say, the whole of Austrian Guelderland!' Important indeed: a dirty stripe of moorland (if you look in Busching), about equivalent to half a dozen parishes in Connemara.
KING.

"'What do you mean?
[turning to Podewils]--QU'EST-CE QUE NOUS MANQUE DE TOUTE LA GUELDRE (How much of Guelderland is theirs, and not ours already) ?' PODEWILS.

"'Almost nothing (PRESQUE RIEN).
KING (to Robinson).