Then, when he began to grind about the country in his lofty mail-phaeton, with a pair of spanking, high-stepping bays, and a couple of arm-folded, lolling grooms, shedding his cards in return for their calls, there was such a talk, such a commotion, as had never been known before.

Then, indeed, he was appreciated at his true worth.
[Illustration: AN 'AMA-A-ZIN' POP'LAR' MAN] 'Mr.Puffington was here the other day,' said Mrs.Smirk to Mrs.Smooth, in the well-known 'great-deal-more-meant-than-said' style.

'Oh such a charming man! Such ease! such manners! such knowledge of high life!' Puff had been at his old tricks.

He had resuscitated Lord Legbail, now Earl of Loosefish; imported Sir Harry Blueun from somewhere near Geneva, whither he had retired on marrying his mistress; and resuscitated Lord Mudlark, who had broken his neck many years before from his tandem in Piccadilly.

Whatever was said, Puff always had a duplicate or illustration involving a nobleman.
The great names might be rather far-fetched at times, to be sure, but when people are inclined to be pleased they don't keep putting that and that together to see how they fit, and whether they come naturally or are lugged in neck and heels.