I am only sorry that I cannot have the happiness of being their escort about Chesney Wold, which is a very fine place! But by the light of this summer day, Jarndyce, if you call upon the owner while you stay with me, you are likely to have but a cool reception.

He carries himself like an eight-day clock at all times, like one of a race of eight-day clocks in gorgeous cases that never go and never went--Ha ha ha!--but he will have some extra stiffness, I can promise you, for the friends of his friend and neighbour Boythorn!" "I shall not put him to the proof," said my guardian.

"He is as indifferent to the honour of knowing me, I dare say, as I am to the honour of knowing him.

The air of the grounds and perhaps such a view of the house as any other sightseer might get are quite enough for me." "Well!" said Mr.Boythorn.

"I am glad of it on the whole.