"Yes, yes," said John, with one of his quizzing expressions, "Colonel Jarvis, that must be the alderman; they are commonly colonels of city volunteers: yes, that must have been the old gem'mun who spoke to us, and I was right after all about the bandboxes."
"You forget," said Clara, smiling, "the polite inquiry concerning the old gem'mun."
"Ah! true; who the deuce can this Colonel be then, for young Jarvis is only a captain, I know; who do you think he is, Jane?"
"How do you think I can tell you, John? But whoever he is, he owns the tilbury, although he did not drive it; and he is a gentleman both by birth and manners."
"Why, Jane, if you know so much of him, you should know more; but it is all guess with you."
"No; it is not guess--I am certain of what I say."
The aunt and sisters, who had taken little interest in the dialogue, looked at her with some surprise, which John observing, he exclaimed, "Poh: she knows no more than we all know."
"Indeed I do."
"Poh, poh, if you know, tell."
"Why, the arms were different."