She became a young lady of fortune, in love with Robert, and concealed by the artifice of the offending gentleman whom Robert had challenged.

Sedgett told this for truth, being instigated to boldness of invention by pertinacious inquiries, and the dignified sense which the whole story hung upon him.
Mrs.Boulby, who, as a towering woman, despised Sedgett's weak frame, had been willing to listen till she perceived him to be but a man of fiction, and then she gave him a flat contradiction, having no esteem for his custom.
"Eh! but, Missis, I can tell you his name--the gentleman's name," said Sedgett, placably.

"He's a Mr.Algernon Blancove, and a cousin by marriage, or something, of Mrs.Lovell." "I reckon you're right about that, goodman," replied Mrs.Boulby, with intuitive discernment of the true from the false, mingled with a desire to show that she was under no obligation for the news.

"All t' other's a tale of your own, and you know it, and no more true than your rigmaroles about my brandy, which is French; it is, as sure as my blood's British." "Oh! Missis," quoth Sedgett, maliciously, "as to tales, you've got witnesses enough it crassed chann'l.

Aha! Don't bring 'em into the box.
Don't you bring 'em into ne'er a box." "You mean to say, Mr.Sedgett, they won't swear ?" "No, Missis; they'll swear, fast and safe, if you teach 'em.