passionate. "No kind of a furious flaunting one, under my patronage, that I can prevent, my boy! The Dedborough picture in the market—owing to horrid little circumstances that regard myself alone—is the Dedborough picture, at a decent, sufficient, civilised Dedborough price, and nothing else whatever; which I beg you will take as my last word on the subject."
Lord John, trying whether he could take it, momentarily mingled his hushed state with that of their hostess, to whom he addressed a helpless look; after which, however, he appeared to find that he could only reassert himself. "May I nevertheless reply that I think you'll not be able to prevent anything?—since the discussed object will completely escape your control in New York!"
"And almost any discussed object"—Lady Sandgate rose to the occasion also—"is in New York, by what one hears, easily worth a Hundred Thousand!"
Lord Theign looked from one of them to the other. "I sell the man a Hundred Thousand worth of swagger and advertisement, and of fraudulent swagger and objectionable advertisement at that?"
