I beg your pardon ...

I beg your pardon, your Grace ...

I must be going mad," he stammered.
"It looks very like it," said the Duke coldly.
"What I mean to say is," said Guerchard in a halting, uncertain voice, "what I mean to say is: help me ...

I want you to stay here, to help me against Lupin, you understand.

Will you, your Grace ?" "Yes, certainly; of course I will, if you want me to," said the Duke, in a more gentle voice.