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"Pot of fresh tea," cried Briggs, "bring a man to ruin; toast and butter! never suffer it in ruel, sooner done; fills one up in a second Give it nificantly

"Water-gruel!" exclaiht have the world for it! it wouldlady's pardon, by reason I should always think I was preparing for the small-pox My notion is quite of another nature; the first thing I do is to have a good fire; for what I say is this, if a ets warm in his purse! ha! ha! warht to ask pardon, for I suppose the young lady don't knohat I a"

"I should indeed be better pleased, Sir," said Cecilia, "to hear what you have to say about Miss Belfield"

"Why,'Squire, as I call hi, and he has never co where to send after hi your kindness to hi place, Sir," said Cecilia, much provoked by the implication it conveyed; "if Mr Belfield is in this house, you must seek him with Mr Monckton"

"You take no offence, I hope,of the question? for Mrs Belfield crying, and being in that dile to see if the young gentles eagerly; "who are talking of? hay?--who do mean? is this the sweet heart? eh, Duck?"

"No, no, Sir," cried Cecilia

"No tricks! won't be bit! who is it? will know; tell me, I say!"

"I'll tell Sir," cried Mr Hobson; "it's a very handsoenteel a way of behaviour, and withal, as pretty ahireat head for business, as I a they know nothing of it thes, impatiently; "can cast an account? that's the point; can come down handsomely? eh?"

"Why as to that, Sir, I'entleman's private affairs What's my own, is my own, and what is another person's, is another person's; that'sto the purpose"