. All sorts and conditions of men : an impossible story . ough she turns up hernose at our elevation, is, I must say, a lady who would do creditto any circle, even yours, Mrs. Bormalack. And such remarksabout real ladies and dressmakers I do not understand, and I ex-pected better manners, I must say. Look at his lordships mau-aers, Mr. Goslett, and his father was a carpenter, like you, CHAPTER IV. XmCLE BTTNKEB. • My uncle I It was the sprightly young cabinet-maker who sprang to hiafeet, aiid grasped the hand of the new-comer with an etrusion notrolurntd. Allow me, Miss Kennedy, to present to
. All sorts and conditions of men : an impossible story . ough she turns up hernose at our elevation, is, I must say, a lady who would do creditto any circle, even yours, Mrs. Bormalack. And such remarksabout real ladies and dressmakers I do not understand, and I ex-pected better manners, I must say. Look at his lordships mau-aers, Mr. Goslett, and his father was a carpenter, like you, CHAPTER IV. XmCLE BTTNKEB. • My uncle I It was the sprightly young cabinet-maker who sprang to hiafeet, aiid grasped the hand of the new-comer with an etrusion notrolurntd. Allow me, Miss Kennedy, to present to you my uncle, myundo Bunker, whose praise you heard us sing with one consent!R-!t night. We did, indeed, revered one! Whatever you wantbrouglit, Mi-i Kenmdy, from a piano to a learned pig, this is theman who will do it for you. A percentage on the coit, with atrilling charge for time, is all ho seeks in return. He generallyknown as the Benevolent Bunker; ho is everybodys friend;especially he is beloved by persons behindhand with their rentB,he is. ALL SORTS AND CONDITIONS OF MEN. r>7 Here Mr. Bunker drew out his watch, and observed withseverity that his time was valuable, and that he came aboutbusiness. Angela observed that the eallies of his nephew were receivedwith disfavour. • Can -w^e not, pursued IlaiTv, regardless of the cloud uponhis uncloB brow— can we not escape from affairs of urgency f)rone moment? Show us your lighter side, my uncle. Let ^]^Kennedy admire the gifts and graces which you hide, as well aathe steruei q^ualities which you exhibit. Business, young lady, the agent repeated, with a snort and ascowl. He took otf his hat and rubbed his bald head with asilk pocket-handkerchief until it shone like polished marble, Hewas short in stature and of round figure. His face was red andpuffy, as if he fond of hot brandy-and-water, and he panted,being a little short of breath. His eyes were small and clo«« to-gether, which gave him a cunning look;
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