"That is why I am so exhausted.

I am going to buy him a pair of gloves, number fourteen--and I want a tailor for him--not a young man's tailor.

Fogey's tailor rather.

I'd take my father's; but he has all his things made in the country--all--in the borough, you know--he's a public man." "Is Colonel Newcome, of the Bengal Cavalry, your uncle ?" asks Sir Thomas de Boots.
"Yes; will you come and meet him at dinner next Wednesday week, Sir Thomas?
and, Fogey, you come; you know you like a good dinner.

You don't know anything against my uncle, do you, Sir Thomas?
Have I any Brahminical cousins?
Need we be ashamed of him ?" "I tell you what, young man, if you were more like him it wouldn't hurt you.