He did not like the idea of meeting a Cornish stock-jobber in a familiar way over his brandy-punch, while engaged, as he now was, on the part of Government; he felt that there might be impropriety in it, and he would have been glad to get off if he could.

But he felt ashamed to break his engagement, and thus followed Undy into the hotel.
'Has Mr.Manylodes been here ?' said Scott, as he walked upstairs.
'He's in the bar now, sir,' said the waiter.
'Beg him to come up, then.

In the bar! why, that man must have a bar within himself--the alcohol he consumes every day would be a tidy sale for a small public-house.' Up they went, and Mr.Manylodes was not long in following them.
He was a small man, more like an American in appearance than an Englishman.

He had on a common black hat, a black coat, black waistcoat, and black trousers, thick boots, a coloured shirt, and very dirty hands.

Though every article he wore was good, and most of them such as gentlemen wear, no man alive could have mistaken him for a gentleman.