A turn, and all the strength of the man may flow toward good." "A fool and his doctrine!" snapped Major Edward.

"I do not expect grapes from thistles, or a silk purse from a sow's ear." "Tut, tut, Ned! The man who carries this county may be a damned Republican, but he is not a fool," pronounced Colonel Dick.

"Jacqueline, my dear, another cup of coffee." "If we were all as good as gold," said Unity pensively, "and as wise as--as Socrates, and wore black cockades, and cared only for the Washington March, and hated Buonaparte, and the Devil, how tiresome life would be!--Myself, I like variety and the Marseillaise!" "Then you differ from the other rogues only in liking the Rogue's March," said Uncle Edward.

"Jacqueline, more sugar!" The younger Cary rushed to Miss Dandridge's defence.

"Well, sir, in itself the Marseillaise is a very noble air.