He had expected that the man would at once have called him Frank, and that he would have called the man Gustavus; but they did not even get beyond Mr Moffat and Mr Gresham.
"Very hot in Barchester to-day, very," was the nearest approach to conversation which Frank could attain with him; and as far as he, Frank, could see, Augusta never got much beyond it.

There might be _tete-a-tete_ meetings between them, but, if so, Frank could not detect when they took place; and so, opening his heart at last to the Honourable George, for the want of a better confidant, he expressed his opinion that his future brother-in-law was a muff.
"A muff--I believe you too.

What do you think now?
I have been with him and Nearthewinde in Barchester these three days past, looking up the electors' wives and daughters, and that kind of thing." "I say, if there is any fun in it you might as well take me with you." "Oh, there is not much fun; they are mostly so slobbered and dirty.

A sharp fellow in Nearthewinde, and knows what he is about well." "Does he look up the wives and daughters too ?" "Oh, he goes on every tack, just as it's wanted.

But there was Moffat, yesterday, in a room behind the milliner's shop near Cuthbert's Gate; I was with him.