Hot,--isn't it ?' 'What the deuce are you taking exercise for ?' the old gentleman burst out, and having unlocked his mouth, he began to puff and alter his posture.
'There you are, thawed in a minute!' said Mr.Andrew.

'What's an eccentric?
a child grown grey.

It isn't mine; I read it somewhere.

Ah, here's the Port! good, I'll warrant.' Jonathan deferentially uncorked, excessive composure on his visage.

He arranged the table-cloth to a nicety, fixed the bottle with exactness, and was only sent scudding by the old gentleman's muttering of: 'Eavesdropping pie!' followed by a short, 'Go!' and even then he must delay to sweep off a particular crumb.
'Good it is!' said Mr.Andrew, rolling the flavour on his lips, as he put down his glass.