You play first, ma'am; but they say, notwithstanding, that there's a plentiful lack of harmony in your concerts." "All," she replied, "your lordship must still have your joke, I perceive; but, at all events, I am glad to see you in such spirits." "Well, you may thank your son for that.

I say, Tom," he added, addressing his niece, "he's a devilish good fellow; a queer chap, and I like him.

Woodward, this is Tom Riddle, my niece.

This scamp, Tom, is that woman's son, Mr.Woodward.

He's an accomplished youth: I'll be hanged if he isn't.