All clear to you?
Dinner at half-past five going to theatre." Braintop bowed comprehendingly.
"Now, that fellow goes off chirping," said Mr.Pole to Emilia.

"It's just the thing I used to wish to happen to me, when I was his age--my master to call me in and say 'There! go and be jolly.' I dare say the rascal'll order a champagne supper.

Poor young chap! let his heart be merry.

Ha! ha! heigho!--Too much business is bad for man and boy.

I feel better already, if it weren't for my legs.