He was not hungry, for his wife had cared to victual him well for the journey; but for fear of offense he ate a morsel, found it good, and ate some more.

Then after a sip or two of the liqueur, and a glance or two at his black silk stockings, buckled shoes, and best small-clothes, he felt himself fit to go before a duchess, as once upon a time he had actually done, and expressed himself very well indeed, according to the dialogue delivered whenever he told the story about it every day.
Welldrum, the butler, was waiting for him--a man who had his own ideas, and was going to be put upon by nobody.

"If my father could only come to life for one minute, he would spend it in kicking that man," Mrs.
Carnaby had exclaimed, about him, after carefully shutting the door; but he never showed airs before Miss Yordas.
"Come along, Sir," Welldrum said, after one professional glance at the tray, to ascertain his residue.

"My ladies have been waiting this half hour; and for sure, Sir, you looks wonderful! This way, Sir, and have a care of them oak fagots.

My ladies, Lawyer Jellicorse!".