His lordship's face became very square and very red as he looked round at his host.

"And as for talking about my wine, of course I talk to a man about what he understands.

I talk to Monogram about pigeons, to Tom there about politics, to Apperton and Lopez about the price of consols, and to you about wine.

If I asked you what you thought of the last new book, your lordship would be a little surprised." Lord Mongrober grunted and looked redder and squarer than ever; but he made no attempt at reply, and the victory was evidently left with Dick,--very much to the general exaltation of his character.

And he was proud of himself.
"We had a little tiff, me and Mongrober," he said to his wife that night.