I've left off giving him my advithe.' Mr.Ely smiled inwardly and said to himself, 'What a punishment!' But to Mr.Farquhar he said, 'Barton might be more judicious, it must be confessed.' He was getting tired, and did not want to develop the subject.
'Why, nobody vithit-th them but the Bartonth,' continued Mr.Farquhar, 'and why should thuch people come here, unleth they had particular reathonth for preferring a neighbourhood where they are not known?
Pooh! it lookth bad on the very fathe of it.

_You_ called on them, now; how did you find them ?' 'O!--Mr.Bridmain strikes me as a common sort of man, who is making an effort to seem wise and well-bred.

He comes down on one tremendously with political information, and seems knowing about the king of the French.
The Countess is certainly a handsome woman, but she puts on the grand air a little too powerfully.

Woodcock was immensely taken with her, and insisted on his wife's calling on her and asking her to dinner; but I think Mrs.Woodcock turned restive after the first visit, and wouldn't invite her again.' 'Ha, ha! Woodcock hath alwayth a thoft place in hith heart for a pretty fathe.

It'th odd how he came to marry that plain woman, and no fortune either.' 'Mysteries of the tender passion,' said Mr.Ely.