'We common-place business men-we 're out of our element; and there's poor Carry can't sit down to their dinners without an upset.

I thank God I'm a Radical, Van; one man's the same as another to me, how he's born, as long as he's honest and agreeable.

But a chap like that George Uplift to look down on anybody! 'Gad, I've a good mind to bring in a Bill for the Abolition of the Squirearchy.' Ultimately, Andrew somehow contrived to stick a hint or two about the terrible dinner in Evan's quivering flesh.

He did it as delicately as possible, half begging pardon, and perspiring profusely.

Evan grasped his hand, and thanked him.