You have a handsome campaigning air.

And no apologies, if you please; I like you well enough as you are.

There is my hand.' General Ople understood her last remark.

He pressed the lady's hand in silence, very nervously.
'But do not shrug your head into your shoulders as if there were any possibility of concealing the thunderingly evident,' said Lady Camper, electrifying him, what with her cordial squeeze, her kind eyes, and her singular language.

'You have omitted the collar.