He had put his foot into it through sheer goodness of heart and a desire to help everybody.
"Aw--a--the--the fact is, Countess," he got out at last, "the fact is, you know, Claudius has not many friends here, and I thought you were one of them.

My only desire is--a--to serve him." Margaret had quickly grasped the advantage to Claudius, if such a voucher as the Duke offered were kept in pickle as a rod for his enemies.
"You are right," said she, "I am a good friend of Dr.Claudius, and I will keep the paper in case of need." The Duke recovered his equanimity.
"Thank you," said he.

"I am a very good friend of his, and I thank you on his behalf, as I am sure he will himself.

There's one of our Foreign Office clerks here for his holiday; I will get him to draw up the paper as he is an old friend of mine--in fact, some relation, I believe.

By Jove! there goes Barker." The latter exclamation was caused by the sudden appearance of the man he named on the opposite side of the avenue, in conversation with the two young gentlemen whom the Duke had already noticed as preparing to mount their dogcart.
"Oh," said Margaret indifferently, in response to the exclamation.
"Yes," said the Duke, "it is he.