For you are a fine person, old man; when you were born fashionable and rich it spoiled a--" "A superb pram-trundler," suggested Arkwright.
"Precisely.

Be off now; I must work.

Be off, and exhibit that wonderful suit and those spotless white spats where they'll be appreciated." And he dismissed the elegantly-dressed idler as a king might rid himself of a favorite who threatened to presume upon his master's good humor and outstay his welcome.

But Arkwright didn't greatly mind.

He was used to Josh's airs.