I don't eat like you young fellows.

Fetch me a glass of wine and a biscuit.

Good wine, mind.Port.Or, no; you can't trust tavern Port:--brandy.

Get it yourself, don't rely on the porter.
And bring it yourself, you understand the importance?
What is your name ?" "Braintop," replied the youth, with the modesty of one whose name has been too frequently subjected to puns.
"I think I never heard so singular a name in my life," Mr.Pole ejaculated seriously.

"Braintop! It'll always make me think of brandy.
What are you waiting for now ?" "I took the liberty of waiting before, to say that a lady wished to see you, sir." Mr.Pole started from his chair.