The fight and the bets rang every other matter out of his head.

He beheld the lady, who had come down from the coach like a columbine, mount it like Bean-stalk Jack.

Madge was not half so clever, and required a hand at her elbow.
After, giving hurried directions to Rundles, the landlord of the Royal Sovereign, Fleetwood took the reins, and all three gentlemen touched hats to the curtseying figure of Mrs.Rundles.
'You have heard, I dare say--it's an English scene,' he spoke, partly turning his face, to Carinthia; 'particularly select to-day.

Their Majesties might look on, as the Caesars did in Rome.

Pity we can't persuade them.