Adam is supposed to have lived in a garden," I ventured to interpolate.
"Perhaps you would ask your friend with the stubbly hair to remain quiet," snorted Sir Alexander.

"I was about to add, although for the sake of my name I meet your debts, that I have had enough of this kind of thing.

I disinherit you, or will do if I live till 4 p.m.when the lawyer's office shuts, for thank God! there are no entailed estates, and I dismiss you from the firm.

You can go and earn your living in any way you please, by orchid-hunting if you like." He paused, gasping for breath.
"Is that all, father ?" asked Mr.Stephen, producing a cigar from his pocket.
"No, it isn't, you cold-blooded young beggar.

That house you occupy at Twickenham is mine.