We were lost in astonishment at the sight.

'Verily,' said we, 'but the old man was right.

This _is_ an am_aa_zin' instance of a pop'lar man.' Young Puffington was then in the heyday of youth, about one-and-twenty or so, fair-haired, fresh-complexioned, slim, and standing, with the aid of high-heeled boots, little under six feet high.

He had taken after his mother, not after old Tom Trodgers, as they called his papa.

At length we crossed over Oxford Street, and taking the shady side of Bond Street, were quickly among the real swells of the world--men who crawled along as if life was a perfect burden to them--men with eye-glasses fixed and tasselled canes in their hands, scarcely less ponderous than those borne by the footmen.