“«Lydgate has been living at a great rate for a young beginner,» said Mr. Harry Toller, the brewer. «I suppose his relations in the North back him up.»
«I hope so,» said Mr. Chichely, «else he ought not to have married that nice girl we were all so fond of. Hang it, one has a grudge against a man who carries off the prettiest girl in the town.»
«Ay, by God! and the best too,» said Mr. Standish.
«My friend Vincy didn't half like the marriage, I know that,» said Mr. Chichely. «He wouldn't do much. How the relations on the other side may have come down I can't say.»”