"Nath.

Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least.

But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
_Hol._ Sir Nathaniel, _haud credo_.
_Bull.

'Twas not a _haud credo_, 'twas a pricket." LOVER'S LABOUR LOST.
Every appearance of the jolly negligence which had been so characteristic of life at Wychecombe-Hall, had vanished, when the old coach drew up in the court, to permit the party it had brought from the station to alight.

As no one was expected but Mrs.Dutton and her daughter, not even a footman appeared to open the door of the carriage; the vulgar-minded usually revenging their own homage to the powerful, by manifesting as many slights as possible to the weak.