A real lady--not one o' these"-- again he invited Hilary to confidence--"you know what I mean, sir--that buys their things a' ready-made at these 'ere large establishments.

Oh, I know her well." "The old gentleman who visited you is her father." "Is he?
Oh dear!" The old butler was silent, evidently puzzled.
Hilary's eyebrows began to execute those intricate manoeuvres which always indicated that he was about to tax his delicacy.
"How-how does Hughs treat the little girl who lives in the next room to you ?" The old butler replied in a rather gloomy tone: "She takes my advice, and don't 'ave nothin' to say to 'im.

Dreadful foreign-lookin' man 'e is.

Wherever 'e was brought up I can't think!" "A soldier, wasn't he ?" "So he says.

He's one o' these that works for the Vestry; an' then 'e'll go an' get upon the drink, an' when that sets 'im off, it seems as if there wasn't no respect for nothing in 'im; he goes on against the gentry, and the Church, and every sort of institution.