St.George's democracy he could understand; but why this aristocrat--outcast as he had once been, but now again in favor--why this young prince, the heir to Moorlands and the first young blood of his time, should treat him as an equal, puzzled him; and yet, somehow, his heart warmed to him as he read his sincerity in his eyes and voice.
"Thank you, sir--thank you very much, sir," rejoined Gadgem, with a folding-camp-stool-movement, his back bent at right angles with his legs.

"I really don't deserve it, sir.

Mr.Temple is an EXtraordinary man, sir; the most EXtraordinary man I have ever met, sir.

Give you the shirt off his back, sir, and go NAked himself." "Yes, he gave it to me," laughed Harry, greatly amused at the collector's effusive manner: He had never seen this side of Gadgem.
"That, of course, you know all about--you paid the bills, I believe." "PREcisely so, sir." He had lengthened out now with a spiral-spring, cork-screw twist in his body, his index finger serving as point.

"Paid every one of them.