Tom was about to announce the banker; but he announced himself.
"Come to do myself the honour of calling on you, Mr.Vavasour.I am sorry to see you so poorly; I hope our Whitbury air will set all right." "You mistake me, sir; my name is Briggs!" said Elsley, without turning his head; but a moment after he looked up angrily.
"Mr.Armsworth?
I beg your pardon, sir; but what brings you here?
Are you come, sir, to use the rich successful man's right, and lecture me in my misery ?" "'Pon my word, sir, you must have forgotten old Mark Armsworth, indeed, if you fancy him capable of any such dirt.

No, sir, I came to pay my respects to you, sir, hoping that you'd come up and take a family dinner.

I could do no less," ran on the banker, seeing that Elsley was preparing a peevish answer, "considering the honour that, I hear, you have been to your native town.

A very distinguished person, our friend Tom tells me; and we ought to be proud of you, and behave to you as you deserve, for I am sure we don't send too many clever fellows out of Whitbury." "Would that you had never sent me!" said Elsley in his bitter way.
"Ah, sir, that's matter of opinion! You would never have been heard of down here, never have had justice done you, I mean; for heard of you have been.

There's my daughter has read your poems again and again-- always quoting them; and very pretty they sound too.