“What?—Copus?” replied the gentleman. “I’m delighted to see you again. Who are you with just now?”
“Family, sir—great family—equal to a duke, master says;—lady’s-maid uncommon pleasant, and all things quite agreeable.”
“Do you mean you are with a duke, Copus?”
“Bless ye! no, sir, only equal to it. Master has bought a Scotch chiefship, and we’re all a-going down to take possession. Master made all the tartans himself afore we left off trade.”
“I don’t understand you—what is he?”
“Smith, Hobbins, and Huxtable, they called us at Manchester,—great way of business—but master, old Smith, has retired, and bought this here Scotch estate, and makes us all call him Ben-na-Groich.”
“And his family, Copus?”
“Only his old sister, and our young lady.”
“Well,—her name?”