"Ye're prodigiously tiresome," said he, "did ye but know how I detest disturbances.

What shall the secretary of state require of me ?" "He'll require you on a charge of high treason," said Mr.Green.
"Have you a warrant to take me ?" "I have not, but--" "Then how do you dare detain me, sir ?" demanded Mr.Caryll sharply.
"D'ye think I don't know the law ?" "I think you'll know a deal more of it shortly," countered Mr.Green.
"Meanwhile, sirs, I depart.

Offer me violence at your peril." He moved a step, and then, at a sign from Rotherby, the lackey's hands fell on him again, and forced him back and down into his chair.
"Away with you for the warrant," said Rotherby to Green.

"We'll keep him here till you return." Mr.Green grinned at the prisoner, and was gone in great haste.
Mr.Caryll lounged back in his chair, and threw one leg over the other.
"I have always endeavored," said he, "to suffer fools as gladly as a Christian should.

So since you insist, I'll be patient until I have the ear of my Lord Carteret--who, I take it, is a man of sense.