Mr.John Feversham Raikes.' 'And tell my lady, Tom Cogglesby's come,' added the owner of that name.
We will follow Tom Cogglesby, as he chooses to be called.
Lady Jocelyn rose on his entering the library, and walking up to him, encountered him with a kindly full face.
'So I see you at last, Tom ?' she said, without releasing his hand; and Old Tom mounted patches of red in his wrinkled cheeks, and blinked, and betrayed a singular antiquated bashfulness, which ended, after a mumble of 'Yes, there he was, and he hoped her ladyship was well,' by his seeking refuge in a chair, where he sat hard, and fixed his attention on the leg of a table.
'Well, Tom, do you find much change in me ?' she was woman enough to continue.
He was obliged to look up.
'Can't say I do, my lady.' 'Don't you see the grey hairs, Tom ?' 'Better than a wig,' rejoined he.
Was it true that her ladyship had behaved rather ill to Old Tom in her youth?
Excellent women have been naughty girls, and young Beauties will have their train.

It is also very possible that Old Tom had presumed upon trifles, and found it difficult to forgive her his own folly.
'Preferable to a wig?
Well, I would rather see you with your natural thatch.

You're bent, too.

You look as if you had kept away from Beckley a little too long.' 'Told you, my lady, I should come when your daughter was marriageable.' 'Oho! that's it?
I thought it was the Election! 'Election be ------ hem!--beg pardon, my lady.' 'Swear, Tom, if it relieves you.

I think it bad to check an oath or a sneeze.' 'I 'm come to see you on business, my lady, or I shouldn't have troubled you.' 'Malice ?' 'You 'll see I don't bear any, my lady.' 'Ah! if you had only sworn roundly twenty-five years ago, what a much younger man you would have been! and a brave capital old friend whom I should not have missed all that time.' 'Come!' cried Old Tom, varying his eyes rapidly between her ladyship's face and the floor, 'you acknowledge I had reason to.' 'Mais, cela va sans dire.' 'Cobblers' sons ain't scholars, my lady.' 'And are not all in the habit of throwing their fathers in our teeth, I hope!' Old Tom wriggled in his chair.