Ambrose died of the accidental shot of a pocket-pistol he customarily carried loaded.
Two intimate associates of the dead man swore to that habit of his.
They lied to get him undisputed Christian burial.

Aha! The earl laughed outright at Chummy Potts's nursery qualms.

The old fellow had to do it, and he lied like a man for the sake of Ambrose Mallard's family.

So much is owing to our friend.
Can ecclesiastical casuists decide upon cases of conscience affecting men of the world?
A council sat upon the case the whole night long.

A committee of the worldly held argumentation in a lower chamber.
These are nights that weaken us to below the level of women.