" "I
believe," says the landlord, "you are out, sir, for that gentleman has
no brother." "D--n your nonsense, with you and your outs!" says the
beau; "as if I should not know better than you country puts; I who
have lived in London all my lifetime." "I ask a thousand pardons,"
says the landlord; "I hope no offence, sir." "No, no," cries the
other; "we gentlemen know how to make allowance for your country
breeding." Then stepping to the kitchen door, with an audible voice he
called the ostler, and in a very graceful accent said, "D--n your
blood, you cock-eyed son of a bitch, bring me my boots! did not you
hear me call?" Then turning to the landlord said, "Faith! that Mr
What-de-callum, the exciseman, is a damned jolly fellow." "Yes, sir,"
says the landlord, "he is a merryish sort of a man." "But," says the
gentleman, "as for that schoolmaster, he is the queerest bitch I ever
saw; he looks as if he could not say boh to a goose." "I don't know,
sir," says the landlord; "he is reckoned to be a desperate good
schollard about us, and the gentry likes him vastly, for he
understands the measurement of land and timber, knows how to make
dials and such things; and for ciphering few can outdo 'en.
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