It is uncommon low, is a trial, and--' Sir George halted so abruptly that will-he, nill-he, the other went on a few paces.

'My lord, you should know your own affairs best,' he said in a freezing tone.

'And, as I desire to be alone, I wish your lordship a very good day.' My lord had never been so much astonished in his life.

'Oh, good morning,' he said, staring vacantly, 'good morning!' but by the time he had framed the words, Sir George was a dozen paces away.
It was an age when great ladies wept out of wounded vanity or for a loss at cards--yet made a show of their children lying in state; when men entertained the wits and made their wills in company, before they bowed a graceful exit from the room and life.

Doubtless people felt, feared, hoped, and perspired as they do now, and had their ambitions apart from Pam and the loo table.