Do you know, I thought you were going to say he was like little Leonard, when you asked me who he was like." "Leonard! Oh, mamma, he is not in the least like Leonard.

He is twenty times more like my race-horse.
"Now, my dear Jemima, do be quiet.

Your father thinks racing so wrong, that I am sure he would be very seriously displeased if he were to hear you." To return to Mr Bradshaw, and to give one more of his various reasons for wishing to take Mr Donne to Abermouth.

The wealthy Eccleston manufacturer was uncomfortably impressed with an indefinable sense of inferiority to his visitor.

It was not in education, for Mr Bradshaw was a well-educated man; it was not in power, for, if he chose, the present object of Mr Donne's life might be utterly defeated; it did not arise from anything overbearing in manner, for Mr Donne was habitually polite and courteous, and was just now anxious to propitiate his host, whom he looked upon as a very useful man.
Whatever this sense of inferiority arose from, Mr Bradshaw was anxious to relieve himself of it, and imagined that if he could make more display of his wealth his object would be obtained.