While he was in this wretched state of mind, washing his mouth, and disturbing his spirit, Mr. Jones, his landlord, came up to him. Mr. Jones had known him for some years, and entertained a most profound respect for his character. A rather sporting man than otherwise was Mr. Jones. His father had been a tradesman at Cambridge, and in this way Jones had become known to Mr. Grey. But though given to sport, by which he meant modern prize-fighting and the Epsom course on the Derby day, Mr. Jones was a man who dearly loved respectable customers and respectable lodgers. Mr. Grey, with his property at Nethercoats, and his august manners, and his reputation at Cambridge, was a most respectable lodger, and Mr. Jones could hardly understand how any one could presume to raise his hand against such a man.
"Dear, dear, sir--this is a terrible affair!" he said, as he made his way into the room.
"It was very disagreeable, certainly," said Grey.

While he was in this wretched state of mind, Mr. Jones, his landlord, came up to him. Mr. Jones had known him for some years, and had a most profound respect for him.
"Dear, dear, sir, this is a terrible affair!" he said, as he entered the room. 