The tremendous import of that wag of his tail among the nations was burlesqued by them, and it came into collision with Mr.Rumford's legendary forefinger threat.

She excused herself for laughing: 'They are so preposterous!' 'Yes, yes, I can laugh,' said he, soberly performing the act: and Mr.
Rumford covered the wound his delicate sensations had experienced under an apology for Captain Con, that would redound to the credit of his artfulness were it not notorious our sensations are the creatures and born doctors of art in discovering unguents for healing their bruises.
'O'Donnell has a shrewd head for business.

He is sound at heart.

There is not a drop of gout in his wine.' The lady laughed again, as we do when we are fairly swung by the tide, and underneath her convulsion she quietly mused on the preference she would give to the simple English citizen for soundness.
'What can they be discussing down there ?' Miss Mattock said to Philip, enviously as poor Londoners in November when they receive letters from the sapphire Riviera.
'I will venture to guess at nonsense,' he answered.
'Nothing political, then.' 'That scarcely follows; but a host at his own table may be trusted to shelve politics.' 'I should not object.' 'To controversy ?' 'Temperately conducted.' 'One would go a long way to see the exhibition.' 'But why cannot men be temperate in their political arguments ?' 'The questions raised are too close about the roots of us.' 'That sounds very pessimist.' 'More duels come from politics than from any other source.' 'I fear it is true.

Then women might set you an example.' 'By avoiding it ?' 'I think you have been out of England for some time.' 'I have been in America.' 'We are not exactly on the pattern of the Americans.' Philip hinted a bow.