You was on the railway platform at Exeter on Saturday when we was waiting for the 12 express 'buss;--wasn't you now, Mr.S. ?" "What's that to you ?" "Well;--as it do happen, it is something to me.

And, Mr.S., if you was asked that question in hany court in England or before even one of the metropolitan bekes, you wouldn't deny it." "Why the devil should I deny it?
What's all this about, Trevelyan ?" "Of course you can't deny it, Mr.S.When I'm down on a fact, I am down on it.

Nothing else wouldn't do in my profession." "Have you anything to say to me, Mr.Bozzle ?" asked Trevelyan.
"Well;--I have; just a word." "About your journey to Devonshire ?" "Well;--in a way it is about my journey to Devonshire.

It's all along of the same job, Mr.Trewillian." "You can speak before my friend here," said Trevelyan.

Bozzle had taken a great dislike to Hugh Stanbury, regarding the barrister with a correct instinct as one who was engaged for the time in the same service with himself, and who was his rival in that service.