How do I wear, eh?
As like a Muscovy duck as ever, you young rogue?
Do you recollect asking me, at the Club dinner, why I was like a Muscovy duck?
Because I was a fat thing in green velveteen, with a bald red head, that was always waddling about the river bank.

Ah, those were days! We'll have some more of them.

Come up to-night and try the old '21 bin." "I must have him myself to-night; indeed I must, Mark," says the Doctor.
"All to yourself you selfish old rogue ?" "Why--no--" "We'll come down, then, Mary and I, and bring the '21 with us, and hear all his cock-and-bull stories.

Full of travellers' lies as ever, eh?
Well, I'll come, and smoke my pipe with you.

Always the same old Mark, my lad," nudging Tom with his elbow; "one fellow comes and borrows my money, and goes out and calls me a stingy old hunks because I won't let him cheat me; another comes, and eats my pines, and drinks my port, goes home, and calls me a purse-proud upstart, because he can't match 'em.
Never mind; old Mark's old Mark; sound in the heart, and sound in the liver, just the same as thirty years ago, and will be till he takes his last quietus est-- 'And drops into his grassy nest.' Bye, bye, Doctor! Come, Mary!" And out he toddled, with silent little Mary at his heels.
"Old Mark wears well, body and soul," said Tom.
"He is a noble, generous fellow, and as delicate-hearted as a woman withal, in spite of his conceit and roughness.