And I've not even the satisfaction of having got my gout in an honourable way.

If it had come to me from a fine old three-bottle ancestor! But I, who never had a grandfather, and hardly tasted wine till I was thirty years old--why, I feel ashamed to call myself gouty.

Sit down, my wife's at church.

Strange thing that people still go to church--but they do, you know.

Force of habit, force of habit.