'Here's a pound o' tobacca for you!' 'e says.

'You was a butler,' 'e says.

'Butlers!' 'e says, 'there'll be no butlers in fifty years.' An' out 'e goes.

Not quite"-- he put a shaky hand up to his head--"not quite--oh dear!" "Some people called Hughs live in your house, I think ?" "I rents my room off o' them.

A lady was a-speakin' to me yesterday about 'em; that's not your lady, I suppose, sir ?" His eyes seemed to apostrophise Hilary's hat, which was of soft felt: 'Yes, yes--I've seen your sort a-stayin' about in the best houses.
They has you down because of your learnin'; and quite the manners of a gentleman you've got.' "My wife's sister, I expect." "Oh dear! She often has a paper off o' me.