"He must be in the house, and I dare say would be happy to obey your wishes." "I hope he is well, sir--fine young gentleman--honour to the name, sir." "Quite true, Sir Wycherly; and an honour to the _nation_, too." "Didn't know Virginia was a _nation_--so much the better--fine young _Virginian_, sir." "Of your _family_, no doubt, Sir Wycherly, as well as of your name," added the admiral, who secretly suspected the young sailor of being a son of the baronet, notwithstanding all he had heard to the contrary.
"An exceedingly fine young man, and an honour to any house in England!" "I suppose they _have_ houses in Virginia--bad climate; houses necessary.

No relative, sir;--probably a _nullus_.

Many Wychecombes, _nulluses_.

Tom, a _nullus_--this young gentleman, a _nullus_--Wychecombes of Surrey, all _nulluses_--Sir Reginald no _nullus_; but a _half_--Thomas, James, Charles, and Gregory, all _whole_.

My brother, Baron Wychecombe, told me--before died." "_Whole what_, Sir Wycherly ?" asked the admiral, a little vexed at the obscurity of the other's language.
"Blood--_whole blood_, sir.