I preFER to stand.
I am acCUStomed to stand--I have been standing outside this gentleman's father's door now, off and on, for some weeks, and--" "Will you tell me what you want ?" interrupted Harry, curtly.

References to Moorlands invariably roused his ire.
"I am coming to that, sir, slowly, but surely.

Now that I have found somebody that will listen to me--that is, if you are Mr.Harry Rutter--" The deferential air with which he said this was admirable.
"Oh, yes--I'm the man," answered Harry in a resigned voice.
"Yes, sir--so I supposed.

And now I look at you, sir"-- here the gimlet was in full twist--"I would make an affidavit to that effect before any notary." He began loosening his coat with his skinny fingers, fumbling in his inside pocket, thrusting deep his hand, as if searching for an elusive insect in the vicinity of his arm-pit, his talk continuing: "Yes, sir, before any notary, you are so exactly like your father.
Not that I've seen your father, sir, VERY MANY TIMES"-- the elusive had evidently escaped, for his hand went deeper.

"I've only seen him once--ONCE--and it was enough.