He and Mrs.Val and Clementina had done the Tudors the honour of dining with them; and the ladies had now gone up into the drawing-room, and were busy talking over the Chiswick affair, which was to come off in the next week, and after which Mrs.Val intended to give a small evening party to the most _elite_ of her acquaintance.
'We won't have all the world, my dear,' she had said to Gertrude, 'but just a few of our own set that are really nice.

Clementina is dying to try that new back step with M.Jaquetanape, so we won't crowd the room.' Such were the immediate arrangements of the Tudor and Scott party.
'So M'Buffer is off at last,' said Scott, as he seated himself and filled his glass, after closing the dining-room door.

'He brought his pigs to a bad market after all.' 'He was an infernal rogue,' said Alaric.
'Well, I suppose he was,' said Undy; 'and a fool into the bargain to be found out.' 'He was a downright swindler,' said Alaric.
'After all,' said the other, not paying much attention to Alaric's indignation, 'he did not do so very badly.

Why, M'Buffer has been at it now for thirteen years.

He began with nothing; he had neither blood nor money; and God knows he had no social merits to recommend him.