“And afore we gets there, your honour,--no offence,--but should like to give you some advice; ‘tis ticklish place, that Lunnun, and though you be by no manner of means deficient in genus, yet, Sir, you be young, and I be--” “Old,--true, Bunting,” added Walter very gravely. “Augh--bother! old, Sir, old, Sir!--A man in the prime of life,--hair coal black, (bating a few grey ones that have had, since twenty--care, and military service, Sir,)--carriage straight,--teeth strong,--not an ail in the world, bating the rheumatics--is not old, Sir,--not by no manner of means,--baugh!” “You are very right, Bunting; when I said old, I meant experienced. I assure you I shall be very grateful for your advice; and suppose, while we walk our horses up this hill, you begin lecture the first. London’s a fruitful subject. All you can say on it won’t be soon exhausted.” “Ah, may well say that,” replied the Corporal, exceedingly flattered with the permission he had obtained, “and any thing my poor wit can suggest, quite at your honour’s sarvice--ehem!--hem! You must know by Lunnun, I means the world, and by the world means Lunnun,--know one--know t’other. But ‘tis not them as affects to be most knowing as be so at bottom. Begging your honour’s pardon, I thinks gentlefolks what lives only with gentlefolks, and call themselves men of the world, be often no wiser nor Pagan creturs, and live in a gentile darkness.” “The true knowledge of the world,” said Walter, “is only then for the Corporals of the Forty-second,--eh, Bunting?” “As to that, Sir,” quoth the Corporal, “‘tis not being of this calling or of that calling that helps one on; ‘tis an inborn sort of genus the talent of obsarving, and growing wise by obsarving. One picks up crumb here, crumb there: but if one has not good digestion, Lord, what sinnifies a feast?--Healthy man thrives on a ‘tatoe, sickly looks pale on a haunch. You sees, your honour, as I said afore, I was own sarvant to Colonel Dysart; he was a Lord’s nephy, a very gay gentleman, and great hand with the ladies,--not a man more in the world;--so I had the opportunity of larning what’s what among the best set; at his honour’s expense, too,--augh! To my mind, Sir, there is not a place from which a man has a better view of things than the bit carpet behind a gentleman’s chair. The gentleman eats, and talks, and swears, and jests, and plays cards and makes love, and tries to cheat, and is cheated, and his man stands behind with his eyes and ears open,--augh!” “One should go to service to learn diplomacy, I see,” said Walter, greatly amused.