_Similis simili gaudet_--as my learned friend will admit.

But with us it's the old, old case of that eminent practitioner, the late Dr.Fell._Esto perpetua!_ Oh, well! We can't help it, can we, Mr.Lansing ?" And again to Nina: "Dear, _have_ you heard anything about Alixe Ruthven?
I think it is the strangest thing that nobody seems to know where she is.

And all anybody can get out of Jack is that she's in a nerve factory--or some such retreat--and a perfect wreck.

She might as well be dead, you know." "In that case," observed Lansing, "it might be best to shift the centre of gossip.

_De mortuis nil nisi bonum_--which is simple enough for anybody to comprehend." "That is rude, Mr.Lansing," flashed out Rosamund; and to his astonishment he saw the tears start to her eyes.
"I beg your pardon," he said sulkily.
"You do well to.