Lord Mongrober raised his eyebrows, shook his head and put down the glass.
"Shall we try another bottle ?" asked Mrs.Dick with solicitude.
"Oh, no;--it'd be all the same, I know.

I'll just take a little dry sherry if you have it." The man came with the decanter.

"No, dry sherry;--dry sherry," said his lordship.

The man was confounded, Mrs.Dick was at her wits' ends, and everything was in confusion.
Lord Mongrober was not the man to be kept waiting by a government subordinate without exacting some penalty for such ill-treatment.
"'Is lordship is a little out of sorts," whispered Dick to Lady Monogram.
"Very much out of sorts, it seems." "And the worst of it is, there isn't a better glass of wine in London, and 'is lordship knows it." "I suppose that's what he comes for," said Lady Monogram, being quite as uncivil in her way as the nobleman.
"'E's like a good many others.

He knows where he can get a good dinner.