His dress would pass muster in towns--well cut, and probably from Bond Street.

He affects a frock and high hat one day, and knickerbockers and sun helmet the next.

His pockets are full of papers, letters, etc., and as he searches amid the mass for some memorandum to show, glimpses may be seen of certain oblong strips of blue paper with an impressed stamp.
'Very satisfactory,' says the visitor, handing back No 6 B; 'may I inquire how many acres you occupy ?' Out comes a note-book.

'Hum! There's a thousand down in the vale, and fifteen hundred upland, and the new place is about nine hundred, and the meadows--I've mislaid the meadows--but it's near about four thousand.
Different holdings, of course.

Great nuisance that, sir; transit, you see, costs money.