Lord John—"three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pappendick!"
"About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?"—the young man was clearly all-knowing. "That has of course weighed on Bender—being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion."
Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend's terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. "He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of 'the drift of public opinion'!" After which he quite charged at his vain informant. "Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?—which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn't know, in addition to all those (and plenty of 'em!) one damnably does."
Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. "Ah, you did that, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!"
