We can manage him best through this Mr.Raikes, for a personal application would be ruin.

He quite detests our family, and indeed all the aristocracy.' Melville's mouth pursed, and he looked very grave.
Sir John remarked: 'He seems like a monkey just turned into a man.' 'And doubtful about the tail,' added the Countess.
The image was tolerably correct, but other causes were at the bottom of the air worn by John Raikes.

The Countess had obtained an invitation for him, with instructions that he should come early, and he had followed them so implicitly that the curricle was flinging dust on the hedges between Fallow field and Beckley but an hour or two after the chariot of Apollo had mounted the heavens, and Mr.Raikes presented himself at the breakfast table.

Fortunately for him the Countess was there.

After the repast she introduced him to the Duke: and he bowed to the Duke, and the Duke bowed to him: and now, to instance the peculiar justness in the mind of Mr.Raikes, he, though he worshipped a coronet and would gladly have recalled the feudal times to a corrupt land, could not help thinking that his bow had beaten the Duke's and was better.