Great Heavens! but they were tight, and smart, and shiny; and Puffington was just as tight, and smart, and shiny as any of them.

He was as much in his element here as he appeared to be out of it in Oxford Street.

It might be prejudice, or want of penetration on our part, but we thought he looked as high-bred as any of them.

They all seemed to know each other, and the nodding, and winking, and jerking, began as soon as we got across.

Puff kindly acted as cicerone, or we should not have been aware of the consequence we were encountering.
'Well, Jemmy!' exclaimed a debauched-looking youth to our friend, 'how are you ?--breakfasted yet ?' 'Going to,' replied Puffington, whom they called Jemmy because his name was Tommy.
'That,' said he, in an undertone, 'is a _capital_ fellow--Lord Legbail, eldest son of the Marquis of Loosefish--will be Lord Loosefish.