I don't mean you, Harry, you're not Mr Baker." "As much as you're Mr Gresham, Master Frank." "But I am not Mr Gresham; and I don't mean to be for many a long year if I can help it; not at any rate till we have had another coming of age here." "Bravo, Frank; and whose will that be ?" "That will be my son, and a very fine lad he will be; and I hope he'll make a better speech than his father.

Mr Baker said I was every inch a Gresham.

Well, I hope I am." Here the countess began to look cold and angry.

"I hope the day will never come when my father won't own me for one." "There's no fear, no fear," said the doctor, who was almost put out of countenance by the orator's intense gaze.

The countess looked colder and more angry, and muttered something to herself about a bear-garden.
"Gardez Gresham; eh?
Harry! mind that when you're sticking in a gap and I'm coming after you.