"And we'll see if that's as good as the Madeira, George, to which his Royal Highness is welcome, I'm sure.

And as we are drinking it, I'll talk to you about a matter of importance." Amelia heard the claret bell ringing as she sat nervously upstairs.

She thought, somehow, it was a mysterious and presentimental bell.

Of the presentiments which some people are always having, some surely must come right.
"What I want to know, George," the old gentleman said, after slowly smacking his first bumper--"what I want to know is, how you and--ah--that little thing upstairs, are carrying on ?" "I think, sir, it is not hard to see," George said, with a self-satisfied grin.

"Pretty clear, sir .-- What capital wine!" "What d'you mean, pretty clear, sir ?" "Why, hang it, sir, don't push me too hard.