Having heard the rich men of England charged with all sorts of domineering qualities, Israel felt no little misgiving in approaching to an audience with so imposing a stranger.

But, screwing up his courage, he advanced; while seeing him coming all rags and tatters, the group of gentlemen stood in some wonder awaiting what so singular a phantom might want.
"Mr.Millet," said Israel, bowing towards the bare-headed gentleman.
"Ha,--who are you, pray ?" "A poor fellow, sir, in want of work." "A wardrobe, too, I should say," smiled one of the guests, of a very youthful, prosperous, and dandified air.
"Where's your hoe ?" said Sir John.
"I have none, sir." "Any money to buy one ?" "Only four English pennies, sir." "_English_ pennies.

What other sort would you have ?" "Why, China pennies to be sure," laughed the youthful gentleman.

"See his long, yellow hair behind; he looks like a Chinaman.

Some broken-down Mandarin.