And yet nine gentleman out of ten make this dull mistake when dealing with the class below them! Uncle Reuben made his very best scrape, and then walked up to the table, trying to look as if he did not know himself to be wealthier than both the gentlemen put together.

Of course he was no stranger to them, any more than I was; and, as it proved afterwards, Colonel Harding owed him a lump of money, upon very good security.

Of him Uncle Reuben took no notice, but addressed himself to De Whichehalse.
The Baron smiled very gently, so soon as he learned the cause of this visit, and then he replied quite reasonably.
'A warrant against the Doones, Master Huckaback.

Which of the Doones, so please you; and the Christian names, what be they ?' 'My lord, I am not their godfather; and most like they never had any.
But we all know old Sir Ensor's name, so that may be no obstacle.' 'Sir Ensor Doone and his sons--so be it.

How many sons, Master Huckaback, and what is the name of each one ?' 'How can I tell you, my lord, even if I had known them all as well as my own shop-boys?
Nevertheless there were seven of them, and that should be no obstacle.' 'A warrant against Sir Ensor Doone, and seven sons of Sir Ensor Doone, Christian names unknown, and doubted if they have any.