There's a quaint, old-world courtesy about him which one scarcely ever meets with at the present day.

Just remember, if you please, that we're simply two old friends, who are going to meet again after having lost sight of each other for five-and-twenty years; and what there is to laugh about in that I entirely fail to see." "Dear auntie, I won't laugh any more, I promise you," said Austin.
"I'm sure he'll turn out a most courtly old personage, and perhaps he'll have an enormous fortune that he made by shaking pagoda-trees in India.

How do pagodas grow on trees, I wonder?
I always thought a pagoda was a sort of odalisque--isn't that right?
Oh, I mean obelisk--with beautiful flounces all the way up to the top.

It seems a funny way of making money, doesn't it.

Where is India, by the bye?
Anywhere near Peru ?" "Your ignorance is positively disgraceful, Austin," said Aunt Charlotte, with great severity.