"Blarney! I'm not Irish. Englishmen always speak the truth when talking to the ladies."
Here he paused, quite out of breath, and his companion in mischief commenced with the other lady.
"Who is that tall, stout, handsome man, with the fat lady on his arm, who has just entered the room?"
"That's an American from the south; he's worth his weight in gold, and that fleshy woman's his wife. My! is he not handsome! and he's so clever--one of our greatest senators."
"If size makes a man great, and he has the distinguished honour of being one of your senators, he must be a great--a very great man.
"He's a splendid orator; you should hear him speak."
"He has kept his mouth shut all day; and when he does open it, it is only to speak in French to his wife. My curiosity is excited; it would be quite a treat to hear him talk on any subject."
"When he speaks, it's always to the purpose. But there's no one here who is able to appreciate talents like his."
"He's an American aristocrat."
"We have no aristocrats with us. He's a great slave-owner, and immensely rich."