Tinman was led in by Mrs.
Crickledon.

His voice made a sound of metal in his throat, and his air was that of a man buttoned up to the palate, as he read from the card, glancing over his eyelids, "Mr.Van Diemen Smith, I believe." "Phil Ribstone, if you like," said the other, without rising.
"Oh, ah, indeed!" Tinman temperately coughed.
"Yes, dear me.

So it is.

It strikes you as odd ?" "The change of name," said Tinman.
"Not nature, though!" "Ah! Have you been long in England ?" "Time to run to Helmstone, and on here.

You've been lucky in business, I hear." "Thank you; as things go.