If Lot's wife had a brother, his name's Warwick.

How Diana Merion, who could have had the pick of the best of us, ever came to marry a fellow like that, passes my comprehension, queer creatures as women are! He can ride; that's about all he can do.

I told him Mrs.Warwick had no thought of reconciliation.
"Then, Sir Lukin, you will perceive that we have no standpoint for a discussion." I told him the point was, for a man of honour not to drag his wife before the public, as he had no case to stand on--less than nothing.

You should have seen the fellow's face.

He shot a sneer up to his eyelids, and flung his head back.