And we have been in such a stew all the evening about giving the great man a proper reception.

Ha! ha! ha!" "And will you introduce me to this gentleman ?" said the Dean, moving towards Sam, who stood behind his mother.
"This," said the Major, with a radiant smile, "is my son Samuel, whom, I believe, you have seen before." "So, the pretty boy that I knew at Drumston," said the Dean, laying his hands on Sam's shoulders, "has grown into this noble gentleman! It makes me feel old, but I am glad to feel old under such circumstances.
Let me turn your face to the light and see if I can recognise the little lad whom I used to carry pickaback across Hatherleigh Water." Sam looked in his face--such a kindly good placid face, that it seemed beautiful, though by some rules it was irregular and ugly enough.

The Dean laid his hand on Sam's curly head, and said, "God bless you, Samuel Buckley," and won Sam's heart for ever.
All this time Captain Brentwood had stood with his back against the chimney-piece, perfectly silent, having banished all expression from his countenance; now, however, Major Buckley brought up the Dean and introduced him:-- "My dear Brentwood, the Dean of B----; not Dean to us though, so much as our dear old friend Frank Maberly." "Involved grammar," said the Captain to himself, but, added aloud: "A Churchman of your position, sir, will do me an honour by using my house; but the Mr.Maberly of whom I have so often heard from my friend Buckley will do me a still higher honour if he will allow me to enrol him among the number of my friends." Frank the Dean thought that Captain Brentwood's speech would have made a good piece to turn into Greek prose, in the style of Demosthenes; but he didn't say so.

He looked at the Captain's stolid face for a moment, and said, as Sam thought, a little abruptly: "I think, sir, that you and I shall get on very well together when we understand one another." The Captain made no reply in articulate speech, but laughed internally, till his sides shook, and held out his hand.

The Dean laughed too, as he took it, and said: "I met a young lady at the Bishop's the other day, a Miss Brentwood." "My daughter, sir," said the Captain.
"So I guessed--partly from the name, and partly from a certain look about the eyes, rather unmistakeable.