"You would not believe, now--" But he stopped himself.

"What would not Mr.Grey believe ?" asked the son.
"There is no one one knows better than you that after the row in the street,--when Mountjoy was, I believe, the aggressor,--he was again seen by another person.

I hate such deceit and scheming." Here Augustus smiled.

"What are you sniggering there at, you blockhead ?" "Your hatred, sir, at deceit and scheming.

The truth is that when a man plays a game well, he does not like to find that he has any equal.
Heaven forbid that I should say that there is rivalry here.