It's a thousand pities you haven't the three-cocked hat with the feather trimming.

If you wouldn't frighten the French, my name's not Maurice.

Turn about here till I admire you.

If you only saw yourself in a glass, you'd never join the dragoons again.

And look now, don't be exposing yourself, for I wouldn't have those blue facings destroyed for a week's pay." "Ah, then, it's yourself is the darling, Doctor, dear!" said a voice behind me.