I wish he were.

There's always some good in a fellow who knows how to earn his own bread.

But he isn't a tailor; he can't even put a stitch in towards mending England's honour.

His father was a tailor; not a Barchester tailor, mind you, so as to give him any claim on your affections; but a London tailor.

Now the question is, do you want to send the son of a London tailor up to Parliament to represent you ?" "No, we don't; nor yet we won't either." "I rather think not.