Indeed, he was never pleased with a joke, and in this instance he ventured to suggest to his partner that the idea of a gentleman expiring in a cab was much too horrid to be laughed at.
'Oh, we never mind Charley Tudor,' said Linda; 'he always goes on in that way.

We all like him so much.' Mr.Neverbend, who, though not very young, still had a susceptible heart within his bosom, had been much taken by Linda's charms.

He already began to entertain an idea that as a Mrs.Neverbend would be a desirable adjunct to his establishment at some future period, he could not do better than offer himself and his worldly goods to the acceptance of Miss Woodward; he therefore said nothing further in disparagement of the family friend; but he resolved that no such alliance should ever induce him to make Mr.Charles Tudor welcome at his house.

But what could he have expected?
The Internal Navigation had ever been a low place, and he was surprised that the Hon.

Mrs.Val should have admitted one of the navvies inside her drawing-room.
And so the ball went on.