A fall at that age generally dates the beginning of decrepitude.

He won't come forward again--I'm convinced he won't." "Let us hope they'll be foolish enough to set up his son," remarked Mr.
Vawdrey, in deep tones, which harmonized with his broad, stunted body and lowering visage.

"It'll be their ruin." Mr.Wykes agreed.
"The waverers can hardly doubt--between Tobias Liversedge and Hugh Welwyn-Baker." "Bear in mind," rang Mr.Chown's brassy voice, "that it's by no means certain Liversedge is to be our candidate.

I am in a position to assure you that many of our most reliable men are not at all satisfied with that choice--not at all satisfied.

I don't mind going so far as to declare that I share this dissatisfaction." "Really," put in Mr.Murgatroyd, the dentist, "it's rather late in the day, Mr.Chown"---- His accents of studious moderation were interrupted by a shout from the dogmatic draper.
"Late?
late?
I consider that nothing whatever has been decided.