You're the man for him.' 'He for me, that he is!--"Hope the mother's doing well?
My card":--eh?
Grave as an owl! Look, there goes the donkey, lady to right and left, all ears for him--ha! ha! I must have another turn with your friend.
"Mother lived, did she ?" Dam funny fellow, all of the olden time! And a dinner, bachelor dinner, six of us, at my place, next week, say Wednesday, half-past six, for a long evening--flowing bowl--eh, shall it be ?' Nesta came looking to find her Captain Dartrey.
Mr.Beaves Urmsing grew courtly of the olden time.

He spied Colonel Corfe anew, and 'Donkey!' rose to split the roar at his mouth, and full of his anecdote, he pursued some congenial acquaintances, crying to his host: 'Wednesday, mind! eh?
by George, your friend's gizzarded me for the day!' Plumped with the rich red stream of life, this last of the squires of old England thumped along among the guests, a very tuning-fork to keep them at their pitch of enthusiasm.

He encountered Mr.Caddis, and it was an encounter.

Mr.Caddis represented his political opinions; but here was this cur of a Caddis whineing his niminy note from his piminy nob, when he was asked for his hearty echo of the praises of this jolly good fellow come to waken the neighbourhood, to be a blessing, a blazing hearth, a fall of manna:--and thank the Lord for him, you desertdog! 'He 's a merchant prince, and he's a prince of a man, if you're for titles.
Eh?
you "assent to my encomiums." You'll be calling me Mr.Speaker next.
Hang me, Caddis, if those Parliamentary benches of yours aren't freezing you from your seat up, and have got to your jaw--my belief!' Mr.Caddis was left reflecting, that we have, in the dispensations of Providence, when we have a seat, to submit to castigations from butcherly men unaccountably commissioned to solidify the seat.

He could have preached a discourse upon Success, to quiet the discontentment of the unseated.