"He's a brute, my dear; but what can we do?
When I am rich we can get rid of such people." On the other hand, Jacob Van Boozenberg had his little theory of Boniface Newt, which, unlike that worthy commission merchant, he did not impart to his ma and the partner of his bosom, but locked up in the vault of his own breast.

Mr.Van B.gloried in being what he called a self-made man.
He was proud of his nasal twang and his want of grammar, and all amenities and decencies of speech.

He regarded them as inseparable from his success.

He even affected them in the company of those who were peculiarly elegant, and was secretly suspicious of the mercantile paper of all men who were unusually neat in their appearance, and who spoke their native language correctly.

The partner of his bosom was the constant audience of his self-glorification.
A little while before, her lord had returned one day to dinner, and said, with a tone of triumph, "Well, ma, Gerald Bennet & Co.