"We're plain people, your mother and I, at any rate, and when you come to reckon things up, I suppose you'll admit that we're not much in the social way.

There's plenty of people living round us in a sight smaller houses who don't know us, and wouldn't if they could--and I'm not so sure that it's altogether the fault of your father and mother either, Selina," he added, breaking ruthlessly in upon a sotto-voce remark of that young lady's.
"Well, I never!" Selina exclaimed, tossing her head.
"Come, come, I don't want no sauce from you girls," he added, drifting towards the fireplace, and adopting a more assured tone as he reached his favourite position.

"I've reasons for wishing to have Mr.Kingston Brooks here, and I'd like him to meet gentlefolk.

Now, there's the Vicar and his wife.

Do you suppose they'd come ?" "Well, I should like to know why not," Mrs.Bullsom remarked, laying down her knitting, "when it's only three weeks ago you sent him ten guineas for the curates' fund.