I mean, observe them in your own way.

Settle nice questions for yourself.

Cut the knot or untie it, as you choose." "Oh, I am sure I shall never fumble over it!" said Newman.
The next time that he dined in the Avenue d'Iena was a Sunday, a day on which Mr.Tristram left the cards unshuffled, so that there was a trio in the evening on the balcony.

The talk was of many things, and at last Mrs.Tristram suddenly observed to Christopher Newman that it was high time he should take a wife.
"Listen to her; she has the audacity!" said Tristram, who on Sunday evenings was always rather acrimonious.
"I don't suppose you have made up your mind not to marry ?" Mrs.Tristram continued.
"Heaven forbid!" cried Newman.

"I am sternly resolved on it." "It's very easy," said Tristram; "fatally easy!" "Well, then, I suppose you do not mean to wait till you are fifty." "On the contrary, I am in a great hurry." "One would never suppose it.