SQUIRE (with great admiration).—“Harry, I’d give L10 to have said that!”
FRANK (leaving the squire’s hand to take his mother’s).—“You’re quite right, Mother; nothing could be more snobbish!”
SQUIRE. “Give us your fist, too, sir; you’ll be a chip of the old block, after all.”
Frank smiled, and walked off to his pony.
MRS. HAZELDEAN (to Miss Jemima).—“Is that the note you were to write for me?”
MISS JEMIMA.—“Yes; I supposed you did not care about seeing it, so I have sealed it, and given it to George.”
MRS. HAZELDEAN.—“But Frank will pass close by the Casino on his way to the Leslies’. It may be more civil if he leaves the note himself.”
MISS JEMIMA (hesitatingly).—“Do you think so?”
MRS. HAZELDEAN.—“Yes, certainly. Frank, Frank, as you pass by the Casino, call on Mr. Riccabocca, give this note, and say we shall be heartily glad if he will come.” Frank nods.
“Stop a bit,” cried the squire. “If Rickeybockey is at home, ‘t is ten to one if he don’t ask you to take a glass of wine! If he does, mind, ‘t is worse than asking you to take a turn on the rack. Faugh! you remember, Harry?—I thought it was all up with me.”