"Why, God bless me, such impertinence, everywhere!"
"All over me at once?"—Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. "Well, I'm a large man—so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine—ain't that what you wear?—does our friend propose to do about it?"
Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. "What will Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?"
She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. "To 'do'———?"
"Don't you know about the thing in the 'Journal'—awfully offensive all round?"
"There'd be even a little pinch for you in it," Mr. Bender said to her—"if you were bent on fitting the shoe!"
Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. "Oh, the shoes
