I learn more from one of them than you can from the whole cavalcade of your attendant Ixionides.' Mounting the box of his coach for the drive to London, Fleetwood had the new name for the parasitic and sham vital troop at his ears.
'My Ixionides!' he repeated, and did not scorn them so much as he rejoiced to be enlightened by the title.

He craved the presence of the magician who dropped illumination with a single word; wholesomer to think of than the whole body of those Ixionides--not bad fellows, here and there, he reflected, tolerantly, half laughing at some of their clownish fun.

Gower Woodseer and he had not quarrelled?
No, they had merely parted at one of the crossways.

The plebeian could teach that son of the, genuflexions, Lord Feltre, a lesson in manners.

Woodseer was the better comrade and director of routes.