Please go with me; I should have to go alone." "I detest the pomp and circumstance of pleasure," said Uncle Horace, "the Persian appurtenances, as my favourite poet calls them; but I cannot resist so charming an invitation.

It will give me the greatest pleasure.

I will send word to put off another engagement." "Do you really not mind at all ?" "Not a bit of it.

Only three or four old fogies at the club.

_Est mihi nonum superantis annum plenus Albani cadus_," continued Mr.Bellingham, who never quoted Horace once without quoting him again in the next five minutes.