If the hair doesn't fly, the money will.

He's a good sort of chap, but he wants a snaffle and a curb on his high-stepper." Then the topic changed to poker and the marvelous hands held the night before.
Warrington finished his correspondence, dined alone, and at seven-thirty started up the street to the Benningtons'.

Jove, with the assurance of one who knows he will be welcomed, approached the inviting veranda at a gallop.

His master, however, followed with a sense of diffidence.

He noted that there was a party of young people on the veranda.