Make him the Solicitor General." "But he's got to be amusing," I argued.

"A Solicitor General is never amusing." My Manager pondered for a moment.

"Let him be Solicitor General for Ireland," he suggested.
I made a note of it.
"Your heroine," he continued, "is the daughter of a seaside lodging-house keeper.

My public do not recognize seaside lodgings.

Why not the daughter of an hotel proprietor?
Even that will be risky, but we might venture it." An inspiration came to him.