'She was used to better things, you know: and I hope one day to get her a dinner-service.
I'm told the electro-plate is uncommonly good.

Where the deuce IS that boy with the beer?
And now,' said he, springing up, 'I'll be a gentleman.' And so he put on his coat, and sat down quite gravely, with four fresh mutton-chops which he had by this time broiled.
'We don't have meat every day, Mr.Goldmore,' he continued, 'and it's a treat to me to get a dinner like this.

You little know, you gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease, what hardships briefless barristers endure.' 'Gracious mercy!' says Mr.Goldmore.
'Where's the half-and-half?
Fanny, go over to the 'Keys' and get the beer.

Here's sixpence.' And what was our astonishment when Fanny got up as if to go! 'Gracious mercy! let ME,' cries Goldmore.
'Not for worlds, my dear sir.

She's used to it.