Mr. Tulkinghorn inclines his head again. "I have now my instructions," he says. "Mr. Boythorn will give us a good deal of trouble--"
"It is the character of such a mind, Mr. Tulkinghorn," Sir Leicester interrupts him, "TO give trouble. An exceedingly ill-conditioned, levelling person. A person who, fifty years ago, would probably have been tried at the Old Bailey for some demagogue proceeding, and severely punished--if not," adds Sir Leicester after a moment's pause, "if not hanged, drawn, and quartered."
Sir Leicester appears to discharge his stately breast of a burden in passing this capital sentence, as if it were the next satisfactory thing to having the sentence executed.
"But night is coming on," says he, "and my Lady will take cold. My dear, let us go in."
As they turn towards the hall-door, Lady Dedlock addresses Mr. Tulkinghorn for the first time.

Mr. Tulkinghorn inclines his head. "Mr. Boythorn will give us a good deal of trouble-"
"It is the character of such a mind," Sir Leicester interrupts him, "to give trouble. But night is coming on, and my Lady will take cold. My dear, let us go in."
As they turn towards the hall-door, Lady Dedlock addresses Mr. Tulkinghorn for the first time.
