'Lose no time,' she concluded; 'the country wants your ideas; let us have your plan.' The earl raised his shoulders, and kept his aide exclusively at the Memoirs.

Weyburn, however, read out to him, with accentuation, foolish stuff in the recurrent correspondence of the daily sheets, and a complacent burgess article, meant to be a summary of the controversy and a recommendation to the country to bask in the sun of its wealth again.
'Ay, be the porker sow it's getting liker and liker to every year!' Lord Ormont exclaimed, and sprang on his feet.

'Take a pen.

Shut up that box.

We'll give 'em digestive biscuits for their weak stomachs.