The things we do!

And
you still continue to like him? What a miracle of constancy! You use him
sometimes in the country--when you have no better horse--what a
compliment to Bhurtpore!"
"Nonsense!" Miss Ethel here made Clive a sign in her most imperious
manner to stay a moment when Lord Farintosh had departed.
But he did not choose to obey this order. "Good night," he said. "Before
I go I must shake hands with my aunt downstairs." And he was gone,
following close upon Lord Farintosh, who I dare say thought, "Why the
deuce can't he shake hands with his aunt up here?" and when Clive entered
Miss Honeyman's back-parlour, making a bow to the young nobleman, my lord
went away more perplexed than ever: and the next day told friends at
White's what uncommonly queer people those Newcomes were. "I give you my
honour there was a fellow at Lady Anne's whom they call Clive, who is a
painter by trade--his uncle is a preacher--his father is a horse-dealer,
and his aunt lets lodgings and cooks the dinner.


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