Some of them speak good grammar and use white cambric pocket-handkerchiefs, some do not.

It's dreadful, I know, and I am rather tired of a world where you are busy driving donkeys with a chance of their presently driving you." Mr.Boniface Newt shook his foot pettishly.
"Father," said Abel.
"Well." "Which is Uncle Lawrence--a fool, a bore, or a knave ?" Mr.Boniface Newt's foot stopped, and, after looking at his son for a few moments, he answered: "Abel, your Uncle Lawrence is a singular man.

He's a sort of exception to general rules.

I don't understand him, and he doesn't help me to.

When he was a boy he went to India and lived there several years.