not? There's a sect called the Muggletonians, I think?"
"As to that," said Paul, colouring at this insinuation against the Mug, "Mrs. Lobkins has no more religion than her betters; but the Mug is a very excellent house, and frequented by the best possible company."
"Don't doubt it!" said Ned. "Remember now that I was once there, and saw one Dummie Dunnaker—is not that the name?—I recollect some years ago, when I first came out, that Dummie and I had an adventure together;—to tell you the truth, it was not the sort of thing I would do now. But, would you believe it, Mr. Paul? this pitiful fellow was quite rude to me the only time I ever met him since;—that is to say, the only time I ever entered the Mug. I have no notion of such airs in a merchant—a merchant of rags! Those commercial fellows are getting quite insufferable!"
"You surprise me!" said Paul. "Poor Dummie is the last man to be rude.—He is as civil a creature as ever lived."
