Fenellan commended the subject to her, as one to discourse of when she met Dartrey.

A smell of a trap-hatch, half-open, afflicted and sharpened him.

It was Blathenoy's breath: husbands of young wives do these villanies, for the sake of showing their knowledge.
Fenellan forbore to praise Mrs.Victor: he laid his colours on Dartrey.
The lady gave ear till she reddened.

He meant no harm, meant nothing but good; and he was lighting the most destructive of our lower fires.
Visibly, that man Jarniman was disposed of with ease.

As in the street-theatres of crowing Punch, distance enlisted pantomime to do the effective part of the speeches.