Where is he ?" And again he whispered into Harry's ear.

But he could not have selected any subject more distasteful, and, therefore, Harry repulsed Mr.Baskerville not in the most courteous manner.
"Hang it! what airs that fellow gives himself," he said to another friend of the same kidney.

"That's young Annesley, the son of a twopenny-halfpenny parson down in Hertfordshire.

The kind of ways these fellows put on now are unbearable.

He hasn't got a horse to ride on, but to hear him talk you'd think he was mounted three days a week." "He's heir to old Prosper, of Buston Hall." "How's that?
But is he?
I never heard that before.