Now, my good fellow, that fortune is among the things that have been.

It is gone, Ned, and has been gone--how old are you?
I always forget.' 'Seven-and-twenty, sir.' 'Are you indeed ?' cried his father, raising his eyelids in a languishing surprise.

'So much! Then I should say, Ned, that as nearly as I remember, its skirts vanished from human knowledge, about eighteen or nineteen years ago.

It was about that time when I came to live in these chambers (once your grandfather's, and bequeathed by that extremely respectable person to me), and commenced to live upon an inconsiderable annuity and my past reputation.' 'You are jesting with me, sir,' said Edward.
'Not in the slightest degree, I assure you,' returned his father with great composure.

'These family topics are so extremely dry, that I am sorry to say they don't admit of any such relief.