He gave dinners--corkers they were.

I went to one--like that last one you gave." "I wish I'd never given it," said Fleetwood gloomily.

"If I hadn't, he'd be a member here still.

...

What do you suppose induced him to take that little gin-drinking cat to the Patroons?
Why, man, it wasn't even an undergraduate's trick! it was the act of a lunatic." For a while they talked of Siward, and of his unfortunate story and the pity of it; and when the two men ceased, "Do you know," said Plank mildly, "I don't believe he ever did it." O'Hara looked up surprised, then shrugged.