A venerable washerwoman, I daresay, or perhaps keeps a public-house," simpered out young Barnes.
"Silence, Barnes; you jest at everything, you young men do--you do.
Colonel Newcome's affection for his old nurse does him the greatest honour," said the Baronet, who really meant what he said.
"And I hope my mother will have her to stay a good deal at Newcome.

I'm sure she must have been a washerwoman, and mangled my uncle in early life.

His costume struck me with respectful astonishment.

He disdains the use of straps to his trousers, and is seemingly unacquainted with gloves.

If he had died in India, would my late aunt have had to perish on a funeral pile ?" Here Mr.Quilter, entering with a heap of bills, put an end to these sarcastic remarks, and young Newcome, applying himself to his business (of which he was a perfect master), forgot about his uncle till after City hours, when he entertained some young gentlemen of Bays's Club with an account of his newly arrived relative.
Towards the City, whither he wended his way whatever had been the ball or the dissipation of the night before, young Barnes Newcome might be seen walking every morning, resolutely and swiftly, with his neat umbrella.