"Guess again!"

"Well, was it ten guineas a head? I'll guess any sum you please,"
replied Mr. Eglantine: "for I know that when you NOBS are together,
you don't spare your money. I myself, at the "Star and Garter" at
Richmond, once paid--"

"Eighteenpence?"

"Heighteenpence, sir!--I paid five-and-thirty shillings per 'ead.
I'd have you to know that I can act as a gentleman as well as any
other gentleman, sir," answered the perfumer with much dignity.

"Well, eighteenpence was what WE paid, and not a rap more, upon my
honour."

"Nonsense, you're joking. The Marquess of Billinsgate dine for
eighteenpence! Why, hang it, if I was a marquess, I'd pay a
five-pound note for my lunch."

"You little know the person, Master Eglantine," replied the Captain,
with a smile of contemptuous superiority; "you little know the real
man of fashion, my good fellow. Simplicity, sir--simplicity's the
characteristic of the real gentleman, and so I'll tell you what we
had for dinner."

"Turtle and venison, of course:--no nob dines without THEM."

"Psha! we're sick of 'em! We had pea soup and boiled tripe! What