And this one, Mr.
Percival, shot up into notice, as being the only one left, except Lord Elster." "And who's Lord Elster ?" asked the station-master, not remembering to have heard the title before.
Mr.Jones received the question with proper contempt.

Having been familiar with Hartledon and its inmates all his life, he had as little compassion for those who were not so, as he would have had for a man who did not understand that Garchester was in England.
"The present Earl of Hartledon," said he, shortly.

"In his father's lifetime--and the old lord lived to see Mr.George buried--he was Lord Elster.

Not one of my tribe of brats but could tell that any Lord Elster must be the eldest son of the Earl of Hartledon," he concluded with a fling at his superior.
"Ah, well, I have had other things to do since I came here besides inquiring into titles and folks that don't concern me," remarked the station-master.

"What a good-looking man he is!" The praise applied to Mr.Elster, after whom he was throwing a parting look.