I have no interest in the absurdities of other people.

The instinct of self-preservation compels me to have some interest in my own." "Kenelm, sir," exclaimed Lady Chillingly, with an animation into which her tranquil ladyship was very rarely betrayed, "take away that horrid damp thing! Put down your rod and attend to what your father says.

Your strange conduct gives us cause of serious anxiety." Kenelm unhooked the trout, deposited the fish in his basket, and raising his large eyes to his father's face, said, "What is there in my conduct that occasions you displeasure ?" "Not displeasure, Kenelm," said Sir Peter, kindly, "but anxiety; your mother has hit upon the right word.

You see, my dear son, that it is my wish that you should distinguish yourself in the world.

You might represent this county, as your ancestors have done before.