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Twysden, my lord not only yawned unreservedly in his face (that could not be helped — poor Talbot’s talk set many of his a   cquaintance asleep) — but laughed at him, interrupted him, and told him to hold his tongue. On this day as the family sat together, at the pleasant hour — the before dinner hour — the fireside and tea-table hour — Lord Ringwood said to Phil —

“Dine with me to-day, sir?”“Why does he not ask me, with my powers of conversation?” thought old Twysden to himself.“Hang him,   o he always asks that beggar,” writhed young Twysden, in his corner.“Very sorry, sir, can’t come. Have asked some fellows to dine at the Blue Posts,” says Phil.“Confound you, sir, why don’t you put ’em off?” cries the old lord. “You’d put ’em off, Twysden, wouldn’t you?”