Do you ever see him now?
Why does he not marry and settle down?
One never hears of him now as a barrister.

But then he used to _feel_ his cases too much.

The last time he was here he fainted and had to stay here all night.
"And yet he had won his case and got his--what do you say?
client?
off--I dare say you remember it?
She was my husband's cousin though we hardly liked to say so at the time: it is so unpleasant having a murder in the family.

Fortunately she was let off; I mean, the jury said 'not guilty,' though personally I--However that is neither here nor there, and since then she's married Colonel Kesteven--Won't you have some pheasant?
No?
I remember your cousin used to have a very poor appetite, especially when one of his cases was on.

_How_ he used--excuse my saying so--how he used to tire poor Michael--Mr.
Rossiter! Talk, talk, talk! in the evenings, and I knew the Professor had his lectures to prepare, but hints were thrown away on Mr.David." Rossiter broke in: "Now what would you like to do in the afternoon, Miss Warren?
And Gardner?
You, by the bye, have the first claim on our hospitality.
You have just arrived from Africa and the only thing we have done for you, so far, is to drag you into a disgraceful row." _Frank_: "Well, _I_ should like a glimpse of the Zoo.