Of course Doctor Jessop asks whom he likes to his house--and, by George! I'm always civil to everybody--but really, in spite of my lady's likings, I can't well invite you to my table!" "Nor could I humiliate myself by accepting any such invitation." He said the words distinctly, so that the whole circle might have heard, and was turning away, when Mr.Brithwood fired up--as an angry man does in a losing game.
"Humiliate yourself! What do you mean, sir?
Wouldn't you be only too thankful to crawl into the houses of your betters, any how, by hook or by crook?
Ha! ha! I know you would.

It's always the way with you common folk, you rioters, you revolutionists.

By the Lord! I wish you were all hanged." The young blood rose fiercely in John's cheek, but he restrained himself.

"Sir, I am neither a rioter nor a revolutionist." "But you are a tradesman?
You used to drive Fletcher's cart of skins." "I did." "And are you not--I remember you now--the very lad, the tanner's lad, that once pulled us ashore from the eger--Cousin March and me ?" I heard a quick exclamation beside me, and saw Ursula listening intently--I had not noticed how intently till now.

Her eyes were fixed on John, waiting for his answer.