The earl looked alarmed, which was foolish in him, thought Mr.Caryll.Rotherby covered his mouth with his hand, after the fashion of one who masks a smile.
"Ye're rightly served for meddling," said he with relish.
"Out with them," the chubby man demanded.

"Ye'll gain nothing by resistance.

So don't be obstinate, now." "I could be nothing so discourteous," said Mr.Caryll.

"Would it be prying on my part to inquire what may be your interest in my papers ?" His serenity lessened the earl's anxieties, but bewildered him; and it took the edge off the malicious pleasure which Rotherby was beginning to experience.
"I am obeying the orders of my Lord Carteret, the Secretary of State," said Mr.Green.

"I was to watch for a gentleman from France with letters for my Lord Ostermore.