The first thing I saw was the dark, rough coat of Warburton--that person's back was turned to me, and he was talking with some energy to Thornton (who lounged idly in his chair, with one ungartered leg thrown over the elbow.) "Ah, Mr.Pelham," exclaimed the latter, starting from his not very graceful position, "it gives me great pleasure to see you--Mr.
Warburton, Mr.Pelham--Mr.Pelham, Mr.Warburton." My new-made and mysterious acquaintance drew himself up to his full height, and bowed very slightly to my own acknowledgment of the introduction.

A low person would have thought him rude.

I only supposed him ignorant of the world.

No real gentleman is uncivil.

He turned round after this stiff condescension de sa part, and sunk down on the sofa, with his back towards me.
"I was mistaken," thought I, "when I believed him to be above such associates as Thornton--they are well matched." "My dear Sir," said Thornton, "I am very sorry I could not see you to breakfast--a particular engagement prevented me--verbum sap.