Lloyd

with an “L.” One morning a Welsh coach-maker came with his bill to my lord [ The earl of Brent ford ]. “You called, I think, Mr. Lloyd?” “At your lordship’s service, my lord.” “What! Lloyd with an ‘L?’” It was with an “L.” “In your part of the world I have heard that Lloyd and Flloyd are synonymous; is it so?” inquired his lordship. “Very often, indeed, my lord,” was the reply. “You say that you spell your name with an ‘L?’” “Always, my lord.” “That, Mr. Lloyd, is a little unlucky; for I am paying my debts alphabetically, and in four or five years you might have come in with the ‘F’s;’ but I am afraid I can give you no hopes for your ‘L.’ Good morning.”—S. Foote, The Lame Lover .