Not bad news to tell?
You like that Old Veuve ?' 'Too well to tell bad news of her,' said Mr.Fenellan in a manner to reassure his friend, as he intended.

'You wouldn't credit it for the Spring of the year, without the spotless waistcoat ?' 'Something of that, I suppose.' And so saying, Mr.Radnor entered the shop of his quest, to be complimented by the shopkeeper, while the attendants climbed the ladder to upper stages for white-waistcoat boxes, on his being; the first bird of the season; which it pleased him to hear; for the smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone to this brightly-constituted gentleman..