"Give him a hint, Miss Boyce, and nobody will rake up bygones.

There is nothing I dislike so much as rows about the shooting.

All the keepers know that." "And of course," said Miss Raeburn, coldly, "if the family are in real distress there are plenty of people at hand to assist them.

The man need not steal." "Oh, charity!" cried Marcella, her lip curling.
"A worse crime than poaching, you think," said Lord Maxwell, laughing.
"Well, these are big subjects.

I confess, after my morning with the lunatics, I am half inclined, like Horace Walpole, to think everything serious ridiculous.