Gashford, the secretary, was taller, angularly made, high- shouldered, bony, and ungraceful.
He was considering whether it was at all possible to insert any novel sentences to the same purpose, when the gentleman who had spoken first, turning to him of the long wind, exclaimed, 'What say you, Gashford? Shall we tarry at this house he speaks of, or press forward?
'John Grueby is quite right,' interposed Mr Gashford, falling back hastily.
Then came his lordship, with Mr Willet at his bridle rein; and, last of all, his lordship's secretary--for that, it seemed, was Gashford's office.
'Does my lord ask ME,' whined Gashford, drawing his chair nearer with an injured air, and laying his broad flat hand upon the table;
'It's a proud thing to lead the people, Gashford,' he added as he made a sudden halt.
'Not one,' repeated Gashford again--taking the lion's share of the mulled wine between whiles.
'And as we are honest, true, and in a sacred cause, Gashford,' said Lord George with a heightened colour and in a louder voice, as he laid his fevered hand upon his shoulder, 'and are the only men who regard the mass of people out of doors, or are regarded by them, we will uphold them to the last; and will raise a cry against these un-English Papists which shall re-echo through the country, and roll with a noise like thunder.
'Now, Mr Gashford sir,' said John Grueby in his ear, after what appeared to him a moment of unconsciousness; 'my lord's abed.'
I wish that was the worst of it, and that no more harm might be to come; but if you don't stop these ugly customers in time, Mr Gashford (and I know you; you're the man that blows the fire), you'll find 'em grow a little bit too strong for you.
Gashford had vanished long ago, and these remarks had been bestowed on empty air.
You feel as certain of that as I do, Gashford, don't you?'