'You say this is your uncle's house, and so it is.

But to all effects and purposes it is your cousin's also.

He has rooms here; has had them coming on for thirty years now, and they are filled with a prodigious accumulation of trash--stays, I dare say, and powder-puffs, and such effeminate idiocy--to which none could dispute his title, even suppose any one wanted to.

We had a perfect right to bid him go, and he had a perfect right to reply, "Yes, I will go, but not without my stays and cravats.

I must first get together the nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine chestsfull of insufferable rubbish, that I have spent the last thirty years collecting--and may very well spend the next thirty hours a-packing of." And what should we have said to that ?' 'By way of repartee ?' I asked.