hool, and
he's had foreign training. I don't know what to think about it. His
sisters over there--they were fine women.'

'Oh! a fine family, every one of 'em! and married well!' exclaimed the
publican.

'I never had the exact rights of that "Marquis" affair,' said Grossby;
and, remembering that he had previously laughed knowingly when it was
alluded to, pursued: 'Of course I heard of it at the time, but how did
he behave when he was blown upon?'

Barnes undertook to explain; but Kilne, who relished the narrative quite
as well, and was readier, said: 'Look here! I 'll tell you. I had it
from his own mouth one night when he wasn't--not quite himself. He was
coming down King William Street, where he stabled his horse, you know,
and I met him. He'd been dining out-somewhere out over Fallow field, I
think it was; and he sings out to me, "Ah! Kilne, my good fellow!" and
I, wishing to be equal with him, says, "A fine night, my lord!" and he
draws himself up--he smelt of good company--says he, "Kilne! I'm not
a lord, as you know, and you have no excuse for mistaking me for one,
sir!" So I pretended I had mistaken him, and then he tucked his arm
under mine, and said, "You're no worse than your betters, Kilne. They
took me for one at Squire Uplift's to-night, but a man who wishes to
pass off for more than he is, Kilne, and impose upon people, he says,
"he's contemptible, Kilne! contemptible!" So that, you know, set me
thinking about "Bath" and the "Marquis," and I couldn't help smiling to
myself, and just let slip a question whether he had enlightened them a
bit. "Kilne," said he, "you're an honest man, and a neighbour, and I'll
tell you what happened. The Squire," he says, "likes my company, and
I like his table. Now the Squire 'd never do a dirty action, but the
Squire's nephew, Mr. George Uplift, he can't forget that I earn my
money, and once or twice I have had to correct him." And I'll wager Mel
did it, too! Well, he goes on: "There was Admiral Sir Jackson Racial and
his lady, at dinner, Squire Falco of Bursted, Lady Barrington, Admiral
Combleman--our admiral, that was; 'Mr. This and That', I forget their
names--and other ladies and gentlemen whose acquaintance I was not
honoured with." You know his way of talking. "And there was a goose on
the table," he says; and, looking stern at me, "Don't laugh yet!" says
he, like thunder. "Well, he goes on: Mr. George caught my eye across the
table, and said, so as not to be heard