My mother, before her marriage, refused the offer of a man who rose to wealth and honours, and only a year or two ago died a baronet.

Well, well, the chances of life the accidents of birth!" He shook his head for some minutes, murmuring inarticulate regrets.
"I think I'll just have one more, Gammon." "I think not, old boy.

Where did you say you lived ?" "Oh, that's all right.

Most comfortable lodgings in the parish of St.
Martin's-in-the-Fields.

If you have the slightest doubt of my veracity, leave me, Gammon; I beg you will leave me.