I have business inside with this gentleman.

You may sell almost anything, except butter.
If any one wants that, they must wait till I come back." A very pretty damsel, with a cap of foreign lace both adorning and adorned by her beautiful bright hair, came shyly from a little door behind the counter, receiving with a quick blush the stranger's earnest gaze, and returning with a curtsey the courteous flourish of his looped-up riding-hat.

"What a handsome gentleman!" said Polly to herself; "but there is something very sad and very wild in his appearance." Her father's conclusion was the same, and his heart misgave him as he led in this unexpected guest.
"There is no cause for apologies.

This place is a very good one," the stranger replied, laying down his heavy whip on the table of a stone-floored room, to which he had been shown.

"You are a man of business, and I am come upon dry business.