'He is to be regretted, Duke.

You are right.

The stuff was in him, but the Fates were unkind.

I stretch out my hand to the pauvre diable.' 'I think one learns more from the mock magnifico than from anything else,' observed his Grace.
'When the lion saw the donkey in his own royal skin, said Aunt Bel, 'add the rhyme at your discretion--he was a wiser lion, that's all.' 'And the ape that strives to copy one--he's an animal of judgement,' said Lady Jocelyn.

'We will be tolerant to the tailor, and the Countess must not set us down as a nation of shopkeepers: philosophically tolerant.' The Countess started, and ran a little broken 'Oh!' affably out of her throat, dipped her lips to her tablenapkin, and resumed her smile.
'Yes,' pursued her ladyship; 'old Mel stamps the age gone by.