The Right Honourable was the son of a nobleman, and practised on an old lady.

He procured from her dinners, money, wearing-apparel, spoons, implicit credence, and an entire refit of linen.

Then he cast his nets over a family of father, mother, and daughters, one of whom he proposed to marry.

The father lent him money, the mother made jams and pickles for him, the daughters vied with each other in cooking dinners for the Right Honourable--and what was the end?
One day the traitor fled, with a teapot and a basketful of cold victuals.

It was the 'Right Honourable' which baited the hook which gorged all these greedy, simple Snobs.