Mr Richard, sir, have the goodness to come foward if you please--No really,' said Brass, stepping between the notary and his private office (towards which he had begun to retreat), and speaking in the tone of an injured man, 'really Sir, I must, under favour, request a word or two with you, indeed.' 'Mr Brass,' said the other, in a decided tone, 'I am engaged.

You see that I am occupied with these gentlemen.

If you will communicate your business to Mr Chuckster yonder, you will receive every attention.' 'Gentlemen,' said Brass, laying his right hand on his waistcoat, and looking towards the father and son with a smooth smile--'Gentlemen, I appeal to you--really, gentlemen--consider, I beg of you.

I am of the law.

I am styled "gentleman" by Act of Parliament.