"Mr. Sedley was uncommon wild last night, sir," he whispered in confidence to Osborne, as the latter mounted the stair. "He wanted to fight the 'ackney-coachman, sir. The Capting was obliged to bring him upstairs in his harms like a babby." A momentary smile flickered over Mr. Brush's features as he spoke; instantly, however, they relapsed into their usual unfathomable calm, as he flung open the drawing-room door, and announced "Mr. Hosbin."

"Mr. Sedley was uncommon wild last night, sir," he whispered to Osborne. "He wanted to fight the 'ackney-coachman, sir. The Capting had to bring him upstairs in his arms like a babby."
