There entered a little, smirking, neat-dressed man, prim as a lawyer or a house-agent.
"Ah, Glosson, is that you ?" said Saville, with something like animation: "sit down, my good sir,--sit down.

Well! well! (rubbing his bands); what news?
what news ?" "Why, Mr.Saville, I think we may get the land from old ----.

He has the right of the job.

I have been with him all this morning.

He asks six thousand pounds for it.
"The unconscionable dog! He got it from the crown for two." "Ah, very true,--very true: but you don't see, sir,--you don't see, that it is well worth nine.