Colonel Newcome, one of the humblest-minded men alive, has yet his old-fashioned military notions; and speaks to a butler's son as to a private soldier, kindly, but not familiarly.
"Mr Honeyman is at home, gentlemen," the young lad says, humbly.

"Shall I show you up to his room ?" And we walk up the stairs after our guide.
We find Mr.Honeyman deep in study on his sofa, with Pearson on the Creed before him.

The novel has been whipped under the pillow.

Clive found it there some short time afterwards, during his uncle's temporary absence in his dressing-room.

He has agreed to suspend his theological studies, and go out with his brother-in-law to dine.
As Clive and his friends were at Honeyman's door, and just as we were entering to see the divine seated in state before his folio, Clive whispers, "J.