It blazed for two seconds on the edge of the blade--just long enough to show us that all the flame had come with it.

Then it went out, and in the darkness at my side I heard a scuffling among waistcoat pockets, and a groan.
"No matches ?" I asked in despair.
"Left 'em in my light overcoat pockets, Mamie.

I'm a bigger ass than--than Mafferton." "You are," I said with decision.

"No Englishman goes anywhere without his light overcoat.

What have you done with yours ?" "Left it in the carriage," replied Dick humbly.
"That shows," said I bitterly, "how little you have learned in England.
Propriety in connection with you is evidently like water and a duck's back.