"But my dear man," she quavered, "if it isn't one?"
Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. "Lady Sandgate, it's going, by all that's—well, interesting, to be one!"
Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. "You seize me? We treat it as one!"
Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. "We treat it as one!"
Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought—he even gave it back larger. "As the long-lost Number Eight!"
Lord Theign happily seized him. "That will be it—to a charm!"
"It will make them," Mr. Bender asked, "madder than anything?"
His patron—if not his client—put it more nobly. "It will markedly affirm my attitude."
"Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion."
"It may create all it will!"
"Well, if you don't mind it, I don't!" Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid applica-
