"I know your writings very well.

Clive here used to send me the Pall Mall Gazette every month." "We took it at Smiffle, regular," says Clive.

"Always patronise Grey Friars men." "Smiffle," it must be explained, is a fond abbreviation for Smithfield, near to which great mart of mutton and oxen our school is situated, and old Cistercians often playfully designate their place of education by the name of the neighbouring market.
"Clive sent me the Gazette every month; and I read your romance of Walter Lorraine in my boat as I was coming down the river to Calcutta." "Have Pen's immortal productions made their appearance on board Bengalee budgerows; and are their leaves floating on the yellow banks of Jumna ?" asks Warrington, that sceptic, who respects no work of modern genius.
"I gave your book to Mrs.Timmins, at Calcutta," says the Colonel simply.

"I daresay you have heard of her.

She is one of the most dashing women in all India.