She intimated that she was robust; but towards the close of their conversation her hand would now and then travel to her side, and she breathed painfully an instant, saying, "Isn't it odd?
Dora, Adela, and myself, we all feel the same queer sensation--about the heart, I think it is--after talking much." Sir Austin nodded and blinked sadly, exclaiming to his soul, "Wild oats! wild oats!" He did not ask permission to see Dora and Adela.
Lord Heddon vehemently preached wild oats.
"It's all nonsense, Feverel," he said, "about bringing up a lad out of the common way.

He's all the better for a little racketing when he's green--feels his bone and muscle learns to know the world.

He'll never be a man if he hasn't played at the old game one time in his life, and the earlier the better.

I've always found the best fellows were wildish once.

I don't care what he does when he's a green-horn; besides, he's got an excuse for it then.