For a long moment Calverley stared in silence at his lordship, observing the costly elegance of his dress, his air of calm assurance, and his cold, fastidious speech, all of which savoured distinctly of the great world to which he belonged.
"And who the devil may you be ?" he exploded at last.
Colder still and more distant than ever grew his lordship's voice.
"You're not very civil, sir, as I have already noticed.

My name is Wade--Lord Julian Wade.

I am His Majesty's envoy to these barbarous parts, and my Lord Sunderland's near kinsman.

Colonel Bishop has been notified of my coming." The sudden change in Calverley's manner at Lord Julian's mention of his name showed that the notification had been received, and that he had knowledge of it.
"I...

I believe that he has," said Calverley, between doubt and suspicion.