What might your name be, sir ?" "John Halifax." "What, Halifax the tanner ?" "The same." "Phew!"-- He began a low whistle, and turned on his heel.
John changed colour a little.

Lady Caroline laughed--a thoughtless, amused laugh, with a pleasant murmur of "Bete!"-- "Anglais!"-- Nevertheless, she whispered to her husband-- "Mon ami--you forget; I have introduced you to this gentleman." "Gentleman indeed! Pooh! rubbish! Lady Caroline--I'm busy talking." "And so are we, most pleasantly.

I only called you as a matter of form, to ratify my invitation.

Mr.Halifax will, I hope, dine with us next Sunday ?" "The devil he will!" "Richard--you hurt me!"-- with a little scream, as she pushed his rough fingers from her arm, so soft, and round, and fair.
"Madam, you must be crazy.

The young man is a tradesman--a tanner.