There was always a letter directed to the Most Noble the Marquis ef Bagwig, on the Doctor's study table, when any visitors were received by him.
At Eton, a great deal of Snobbishness was thrashed out of Lord Buckram, and he was birched with perfect impartiality.

Even there, however, a select band of sucking tuft-hunters followed him.

Young Croesus lent him three-and-twenty bran-new sovereigns out of his father's bank.

Young Snaily did his exercises for him, and tried 'to know him at home;' but Young Bull licked him in a fight of fifty-five minutes, and he was caned several times with great advantage for not sufficiently polishing his master Smith's shoes.

Boys are not ALL toadies in the morning of life.
But when he went to the University, crowds of toadies sprawled over him.