His claim on fair young Rose's love had grown in the short while so prodigiously asinine that it was a minor matter to constitute himself an old eccentric's puppet.
'No more an imposition than it's 50 of Virgil,' quoth the rejected usher.
'It smells of a plot,' said Evan.
'It 's the best joke that will be made in my time,' said Mr.Raikes, rubbing his hands.
'And now listen to your luck,' said Evan; 'I wish mine were like it!' and Jack heard of Lady Jocelyn's offer.

He heard also that the young lady he was to instruct was an heiress, and immediately inspected his garments, and showed the sacred necessity there was for him to refit in London, under the hands of scientific tailors.

Evan wrote him an introduction to Mr.Goren, counted out the contents of his purse (which Jack had reduced in his study of the pastoral game of skittles, he confessed), and calculated in a niggardly way, how far it would go to supply the fellow's wants; sighing, as he did it, to think of Jack installed at Beckley Court, while Jack, comparing his luck with Evan's, had discovered it to be dismally inferior.
'Oh, confound those bellows you keep blowing!' he exclaimed.

'I wish to be decently polite, Harrington, but you annoy me.

Excuse me, pray, but the most unexampled case of a lucky beggar that ever was known--and to hear him panting and ready to whimper!--it's outrageous.