Sorry for it.
Much to learn ye: about them, and the few specimens brought before me weren't good ones.

Young gipsies, you know, Prudhom, aren't up to the mark.

You only get the true aboriginal ring about the old people.

Yes, I'm afraid they're breaking up, you know.

Sorry for it." Dr Prudhom concurred, and mentioned as a somewhat significant fact that very few old gipsies had accompanied the late visitation, which consisted almost altogether of the young and possibly degenerate members of the tribe.
The discussion had reached this stage, and the professor was about to adduce evidence from history of a similar period of depression in the race, when there came a ring at the front bell, followed by a shuffling of feet in the hall, which was presently explained by the appearance of the servant, who announced that there were two constables below who wished to see his worship.
Now his worship was anything but pleased to be interrupted in the midst of his interesting discussion by a matter of such secondary importance as an interview with the police.
"Can't see them now," said he to the servant; "tell them to call in the morning." The servant retired.
"Strange thing," observed the justice of the peace; "you can shut up your school at five o'clock every night, and every cheesemonger and tinker in the place can do the same; but we've got no time we can call our own.