Cuthbert has money of his own, and his uncle is rich also." "I really hope Cuthbert has enough to justify him gambling." "He does not gamble," said Juliet quickly.
"Yes he does," insisted Mrs.Octagon.

"I have heard rumors; it is but right you should hear about--" "I want to hear nothing.

I thought you liked Cuthbert." "I do, and he is a good match.

But I should like to see you accept the Poet Arkwright, who will yet be the Shakespeare of England." "England has quite enough glory with the Shakespeare she has," rejoined Juliet tartly, "and as to Mr.Arkwright, I wouldn't marry him if he had a million.

A silly, ugly, weak--" "Stop!" cried Mrs.Octagon, rising majestically from her throne.