You know whom I mean, William Dobbin, my boy.

I mean a purse-proud villain in Russell Square, whom I knew without a shilling, and whom I pray and hope to see a beggar as he was when I befriended him." "I have heard something of this, sir, from my friend George," Dobbin said, anxious to come to his point.

"The quarrel between you and his father has cut him up a great deal, sir.

Indeed, I'm the bearer of a message from him." "O, THAT'S your errand, is it ?" cried the old man, jumping up.

"What! perhaps he condoles with me, does he?
Very kind of him, the stiff-backed prig, with his dandified airs and West End swagger.