That is really a noble house--such a hall--such a gallery.

I found my mother in the drawing-room, admiring the picture of his late Majesty.

She was leaning on the arm of a tall, fair young man.
"Henry," said she, (introducing me to him) "do you remember your old schoolfellow, Lord George Clinton ?" "Perfectly," said I, (though I remembered nothing about him) and we shook hands in the most cordial manner imaginable.

By the way, there is no greater bore than being called upon to recollect men, with whom one had been at school some ten years back.

In the first place, if they were not in one's own set, one most likely scarcely knew them to speak to; and, in the second place, if they were in one's own set, they are sure to be entirely opposite to the nature we have since acquired: for I scarcely ever knew an instance of the companions of one's boyhood being agreeable to the tastes of one's manhood: a strong proof of the folly of common people, who send their sons to Eton and Harrow to form connections.
Clinton was on the eve of setting out upon his travels.