Nidderdale declared himself to be as fresh as paint. "You don't look down in the mouth, my Lord."
Then Lord Nidderdale,--who no doubt felt that it behoved him to show a good face before his late intended father-in-law,--sang the refrain of an old song, which it is trusted my readers may remember.

Nidderdale declared himself to be as fresh as paint, and - to show a good face before his late intended father-in-law - sang the refrain of an old song:
