Hello! here he is.

I hear his voice in the hall below." "Bring him up, Pat," said the stranger; "I must see and speak to him; because if I feel that he won't suit me, I will have nothing to do with him." Dandy immediately entered, with his dulcimer slung like a peddler's bos at his side, and with a comic movement of respect, which no presence or position could check, he made a bow to the stranger, that forced him to smile in spite of himself.
"You seem a droll fellow," said the stranger.

"Are you fond of truth ?" "Hem! Why, yes, sir.

I spare it as much as I can.

I don't treat it as an everyday concern.