Very interesting, no doubt, Master Byles Gridley would have said, but had no more to do with good, hearty, sound life than the history of those very little people to be seen in museums preserved in jars of alcohol, like brandy peaches.
When Mr.Clement Lindsay presented himself, Mr.Bradshaw was a good deal surprised to see a young fellow of such a mould.

He pleased himself with the idea that he knew a man of mark at sight, and he set down Clement in that category at his first glance.

The young man met his penetrating and questioning look with a frank, ingenuous, open aspect, before which he felt himself disarmed, as it were, and thrown upon other means of analysis.

He would try him a little in talk.
"I hope you like these people you are with.

What sort of a man do you find my old friend the Deacon ?" Clement laughed.