Potts affirmed that he meant to die a Protestant Christian.
Thereupon, carrying a leaden burden of unlaughed laughable stuff in his breast, and Chummy's concluding remark to speed him: 'Damn it, no, we'll stick to our religion!' Fleetwood strode off to his library, and with the names of the Ixionides of his acquaintance ringing round his head, proceeded to strike one of them off the number privileged at the moment to intrude on him.

Others would follow; this one must be the first to go.

He wrote the famous letter to Lord Brailstone, which debarred the wily pursuer from any pretext to be running down into Mrs.Levellier's neighbourhood, and also precluded the chance of his meeting the fair lady at Calesford.

With the brevity equivalent to the flick of a glove on the cheek, Lord Brailstone was given to understand by Lord Fleetwood that relations were at an end between them.

No explanation was added; a single sentence executed the work, and in the third person.