When they brought her coffee, she started as though it were a cup of poison which Mr.Hicks, the butler, wished to propose to her.

What mystery was there lurking?
Oh, those women! They nurse and cuddle their presentiments, and make darlings of their ugliest thoughts, as they do of their deformed children.
The gloom on the paternal countenance had also impressed George Osborne with anxiety.

With such eyebrows, and a look so decidedly bilious, how was he to extract that money from the governor, of which George was consumedly in want?
He began praising his father's wine.

That was generally a successful means of cajoling the old gentleman.
"We never got such Madeira in the West Indies, sir, as yours.

Colonel Heavytop took off three bottles of that you sent me down, under his belt the other day." "Did he ?" said the old gentleman.