'As a particularly Angular man, I do not fit smoothly into the social circle, and consequently I have no other engagement at Christmas-time than to partake, on the twenty-fifth, of a boiled turkey and celery sauce with a--with a particularly Angular clerk I have the good fortune to possess, whose father, being a Norfolk farmer, sends him up (the turkey up), as a present to me, from the neighbourhood of Norwich.

I should be quite proud of your wishing to see me, my dear.
As a professional Receiver of rents, so very few people _do_ wish to see me, that the novelty would be bracing.' For his ready acquiescence, the grateful Rosa put her hands upon his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and instantly kissed him.
'Lord bless me!' cried Mr.Grewgious.

'Thank you, my dear! The honour is almost equal to the pleasure.

Miss Twinkleton, madam, I have had a most satisfactory conversation with my ward, and I will now release you from the incumbrance of my presence.' 'Nay, sir,' rejoined Miss Twinkleton, rising with a gracious condescension: 'say not incumbrance.

Not so, by any means.