She had hardly finished two galloping notes after completing her letter to Mr Ferdinand Alf, when Felix entered the room with a cigar in his mouth and threw himself upon the sofa.
'My dear boy,' she said, 'pray leave your tobacco below when you come in here.' 'What affectation it is, mother,' he said, throwing, however, the half-smoked cigar into the fire-place.

'Some women swear they like smoke, others say they hate it like the devil.

It depends altogether on whether they wish to flatter or snub a fellow.' 'You don't suppose that I wish to snub you ?' 'Upon my word I don't know.

I wonder whether you can let me have twenty pounds ?' 'My dear Felix!' 'Just so, mother;--but how about the twenty pounds ?' 'What is it for, Felix ?' 'Well;--to tell the truth, to carry on the game for the nonce till something is settled.

A fellow can't live without some money in his pocket.