"'Slife! your grace is grown very nice on a sudden!" he sneered.

"The president of the Bold Bucks, the master of the Hell Fire Club, is most oddly squeamish where the diversions of another are concerned." "Diversions ?" said his grace, his eyebrows raised until they all but vanished under the golden curls of his peruke.

"Diversions?
Ha! I observe that you make no attempt to deny the story.

You admit it, then ?" There was a stir in the group, a drawing back from his lordship.

He observed it, trembling between chagrin and rage.