Now the dowager's dead I want some one." "She was as bad as he," said Tinker.

"She took the law of every one of her tradesmen; and turned away forty-eight footmen in four year." "She was close--very close," said the Baronet, simply; "but she was a valyble woman to me, and saved me a steward."-- And in this confidential strain, and much to the amusement of the new-comer, the conversation continued for a considerable time.

Whatever Sir Pitt Crawley's qualities might be, good or bad, he did not make the least disguise of them.

He talked of himself incessantly, sometimes in the coarsest and vulgarest Hampshire accent; sometimes adopting the tone of a man of the world.

And so, with injunctions to Miss Sharp to be ready at five in the morning, he bade her good night.