The smoke of pipes curling over the numberless heads was the most stirring thing about them.
Temple observed to me, 'We'll give the old statue a British cheer, won't we, Richie ?' 'After coming all the way from England!' said I, in dejection.
'No, no, Richie; you're sure of him now.

He 's somewhere directing affairs, I suspect.

I say, do let us show them we can ring out the right tune upon occasion.

By jingo! there goes a fellow with a match.' We saw the cannonier march up to the margravine's carriage for orders.
She summoned the prince to her side.

Ladies in a dozen carriages were standing up, handkerchief in hand, and the gentlemen got their horses' heads on a line.