How can you be the donkey not to see that my brother Rowsley, Lord Ormont, would never let a woman, lawfully bearing his name, go running the quadrille over London in couples with a Lady Staines and a Mrs.Lawrence Finchley, Lord Adderwood, and that man Morsfield, who boasts of your Lady Ormont, and does it unwhipped--tell me why?
Pooh, you must be the poorest fool born to suppose it possible my brother would allow a man like that man Morsfield to take his wife's name in his mouth a second time.

Have you talked much with this young person ?' 'With Lady Ormont?
I have had the honour occasionally.' 'Stick to the title and write yourself plush-breech.

Can't you be more than a footman?
Try to be a man of the world; you're old enough for that by now.

I know she 's good-looking; the whole tale hangs on that.

You needn't be singing me mooncalf hymn tunes of "Lady Ormont, Lady Ormont," solemn as a parson's clerk; the young woman brought good looks to market; and she got the exchange she had a right to expect.