"I can cry that with any of you.

It's worse for me to see than for you to hear of him.

Wasn't I always a friend of his, and said he was worthy to be a gentleman, many a time?
He's got the manners of a gentleman now; offs with his hat, if there's a lady present, and such a neat way of speaking.

But there, acting's the thing, and his behaviour's beastly bad! You can't call it no other.

There's two Mr.Blancoves up at Fairly, relations of Mrs.Lovell's--whom I'll take the liberty of calling My Beauty, and no offence meant: and it's before her that Bob only yesterday rode up--one of the gentlemen being Mr.Algernon, free of hand and a good seat in the saddle, t' other's Mr.Edward; but Mr.Algernon, he's Robert Eccles's man--up rides Bob, just as we was tying Mr.Reenard's brush to the pommel of the lady's saddle, down in Ditley Marsh; and he bows to the lady.