I've a little Irish scheme of my own--but I mustn't bore you the first night.

Mr.Howard, if that wine is too thin--" Howard clutched his glass with dramatic intensity.
"Chateau Legrange, if I'm not mistaken, sir," he said; "but let it be what it may, it's simply perfect." "I'm glad.

See here, now, it's understood between us that if there's anything you want, anything you'd like altered, you'll say so, eh, Stafford ?" he said, with an affectionate anxiety.

"I'm a rough-and-ready kind of man, and anything pleases me; but you--ah, well, you two have the right to be particular; and I'll ask you to ask for just what you want--and be sure you get it." Stafford glanced round the room with its costly appointments, and Sir Stephen caught the glance, and smiled.
"You're thinking--ah, well, no matter.

Mr.Howard, try those strawberries.