Don't suppose that I want to disparage our host--he's an old friend of mine; but he's a little too apt to take the good things that fall to his lot as if they were nothing but a just recognition of his own merits.

I have told him that to his face, often enough to have a right to say it of him when he doesn't hear me.

Do you smoke?
I wish they would drop their politics, and take to tobacco.

I say Farnaby! I want a cigar." This broad hint produced an adjournment to the smoking-room, the doctor leading the way.

I began to wonder how much longer my introduction to Miss Regina was to be delayed.