Catching at words confined to pothouse farmers, and village witty bodies! No, not to Jasper Petulengro.

Listen for an hour or two to the discourse of a set they call newspaper editors, and if you don't go out and eat grass, as a dog does when he is sick, I am no female woman.

The young lord whose hand I refused when I took up with wise Jasper, once brought two of them to my mother's tan, when hankering after my company; they did nothing but carp at each other's words, and a pretty hand they made of it.

Ill-favoured dogs they were; and their attempts at what they called wit almost as unfortunate as their countenances." "Well," said I, "madam, we will drop all catchings and carpings for the present.

Pray take your seat on this stool, whilst I go and announce to Miss Isopel Berners your arrival." Thereupon I went to Belle's habitation, and informed her that Mr.and Mrs.Petulengro had paid us a visit of ceremony, and were awaiting her at the fire-place.