At a toll-house,the keeper’s accent was so strange that Sir William could make himself understood only by speaking loudly and slowly,and with grand gestures,which rocked the chaise on its springs.The transaction complete,Sir William drove away saying that it was a mark of true breeding to be able to make oneself understood by the lower orders wherever they were to be found,and that he himself was particularly fortunate to have the happy knack of it.Sarah,seeing,as it were,the aftermath of everything,watched the keeper spit on the ground and say something that she could not hear,but the meaning of which was perfectly clear to her,though she had no claim to any breeding whatsoever.