"that they're definitely not bought at Dedborough?"
"Why," said Mr. Bender with a wealthy patience, "you talk as if it were my interest to be reasonable—which shows how little you understand. I'd be ashamed—with the lovely ideas I have—if I didn't make you kick." And his sturdy smile for it all fairly proclaimed his faith. "Well, I guess I can wait!"
This again in turn visibly affected Lord John: marking the moment from which he, in spite of his cultivated levity, allowed an intenser and more sustained look to keep straying toward their host. "Mr. Bender's bound to have something!"
It was even as if after a minute Lord Theign had been reached by his friend's mute pressure. "'Something'?"
"Something, Mr. Bender?" Lord John insisted.
It made their visitor rather sharply fix him. "Why, have you an interest, Lord John?"
This personage, though undisturbed by the challenge, if such it was, referred it to Lord Theign. "Do you authorise me to speak—a little—as if I have an interest?"
