The things we do!

"You have not told me how Clara is, my good fellow," continues Barnes. "I
have heard all about her meeting with that villain, Jack Belsize."
"Don't call names, my good fellow," says Lord Kew. "It strikes me you
don't know Belsize well enough to call him by nicknames or by other
names. Lady Clara Pulleyn, I believe, is very unwell indeed."
"Confound the fellow! How dared he to come here?" cries Barnes, backing
from this little rebuff.
"Dare is another ugly word. I would advise you not to use it to the
fellow himself."
"What do you mean?" says Barnes, looking very serious in an instant.
"Easy, my good friend. Not so very loud. It appears, Ethel, that poor
Jack--I know him pretty well, you see, Barnes, and may call him by what
names I like--had been dining to-day with cousin Clive; he and M. de
Florac; and that they went with Jack to the promenade, not in the least
aware of Mr. Jack Belsize's private affairs, or of the shindy that was
going to happen."
"By Jove, he shall answer for it," cries out Barnes in a loud voice.


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