It so often happens that a man going out into the world and making a great name there, forgets his birthplace and the rightful claim to a gleam of reflected glory which the relations of a great man--who have themselves stayed at home and done nothing--are always ready to consider their due reward for having shaken their heads over him during the earlier struggles.
Though slow of tongue, the men of Farlingford were of hospitable inclination.

They were sorry for Frenchmen, as for a race destined to smart for all time under the recollection of many disastrous defeats at sea.

And of course they could not help being ridiculous.

Heaven had made them like that while depriving them of any hope of ever attaining to good seamanship.

Here was a foreigner, however, cast up in their midst, not by the usual channel indeed, but by a carriage and pair from Ipswich.