"Has your lordship been contracting any marriages of late ?" he inquired.
The viscount smiled icily.

"You have quick wits, sir," said he, "which is as it should be in one who lives by them." "Let your lordship be thankful that such is not your own case," returned Mr.Caryll, with imperturbable good humor, and sent a titter round the room.
"A hit! A shrewd hit, 'pon honor!" cried Wharton, tapping his snuff-box.
"I vow to Gad, Ye're undone, Charles.

Ye'd better play at repartee with Gascoigne, there.

Ye're more of a weight." "Your grace," cried Rotherby, suppressing at great cost his passion, "'tis not to be borne that a fellow of this condition should sit among men of quality." And with that he swung round and addressed the company in general.

"Gentlemen, do you know who this fellow is?
He has the effrontery to take my name, and call himself Caryll." Mr.Caryll looked a moment at his brother in the silence that followed.
Then, as in a flash, he saw his chance of vindicating Mistress Winthrop, and he seized it.
"And do you know, gentlemen, who this fellow is ?" he inquired, with an air of sly amusement.