This was about two weeks after his entrance into Mrs.Turner's house.
"Elegant," responded the young man, giving his countenance a peculiar and knowing expression.
"Indeed?
But are you in earnest ?" "I am that.

Why, we live on the very fat of the land." "Pshaw! you must be joking.

Whoever heard of the fat of the land being found in a boarding house.

They can't afford it." "I don't care, myself, whether they can afford it or not.

But we do live elegantly.