"Well, but Frank," continued Mrs Hazeldean, "I think you heard that the Leslies were very poor."
Frank.—"Eh, mother?"
Mrs Hazeldean.—"And would you run the chance of wounding the pride of a gentleman, as well born as yourself, by affecting any show of being richer than he is?"
Squire with great admiration.—"Harry, I'd give £10 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."