Bondi, or Sauterelle, when they came down to earth, curtsied and smiled, especially to those hands, before they walked up the stage again, panting and happy.
One night this great Prince surrounded by a few choice friends was in his box at the Museum, and they were making such a noise and laughter that the pit was scandalised, and many indignant voices were bawling out silence so loudly, that Wagg wondered the police did not interfere to take the rascals out.

Wenham was amusing the party in the box with extracts from a private letter which he had received from Major Pendennis, whose absence in the country at the full London season had been remarked, and of course deplored by his friends.
"The secret is out," said Mr.Wenham, "there's a woman in the case." "Why, d---- it, Wenham, he's your age," said the gentleman behind the curtain.
"Pour les ames bien nees, l'amour ne compte pas le nombre des annees," said Mr.Wenham, with a gallant air.

"For my part, I hope to be a victim till I die, and to break my heart every year of my life." The meaning of which sentence was, "My lord, you need not talk; I'm three years younger than you, and twice as well conserve." "Wenham, you affect me," said the great man, with one of his usual oaths.

"By -- -- you do.

I like to see a fellow preserving all the illusions of youth up to our time of life--and keeping his heart warm as yours is.