"Pinchbeck out of the store," he says.
"Ho, ho, such finery!" cried another.

"See how he struts like a gamecock." "There's much ado when beggars ride," said a third, quoting the proverb.
It was all so pitifully childish that it failed to provoke me.

I marched down the path with a smile on my face, which succeeded in angering them.

One young fool, a Norton from Malreward, would have hustled me, but I saw Mr.Grey hold him back.

"No brawling here, Austin," said my rival.
They were not all so discreet.