But Mrs Greenow with a word or two had settled it all, and Mr Cheesacre had found himself to be powerless.

"How absurd Bellfield looks in that jacket, doesn't he ?" he said to Kate, as he took his seat in the boat.
"Do you think so?
I thought it was so very pretty and becoming for the occasion." Mr Cheesacre hated Captain Bellfield, and regretted more than ever that he had not done something for his own personal adornment.

He could not endure to think that his friend, who paid for nothing, should carry away the honours of the morning and defraud him of the delights which should justly belong to him, "It may be becoming," said Cheesacre; "but don't you think it's awfully extravagant ?" "As to that I can't tell.

You see I don't at all know what is the price of a jacket covered all over with little brass buttons." "And the waistcoat, Miss Vavasor!" said Cheesacre, almost solemnly.
"The waistcoat I should think must have been expensive." "Oh, dreadful! and he's got nothing, Miss Vavasor; literally nothing.
Do you know,"-- and he reduced his voice to a whisper as he made this communication,--"I lent him twenty pounds the day before yesterday; I did indeed.

You won't mention it again, of course.