I have left the boy in the court.

I know the fate of men of letters and genius: when we were here just now, there came a single knock--a demand--that, that you did not seem to be momentarily able to meet.

Now do, do pardon the liberty, and let me be your banker.

You said you were engaged in a new work: it will be a masterpiece, I am sure, if it's like the last.

Put me down for twenty copies, and allow me to settle with you in advance.