With the habits and tastes of the male biped he was tolerably familiar.

He was to learn.
"Hot water-bottles for my mother every night, and a pot of chocolate for myself.

I shall always have my breakfast early in the saloon.

I'm a first-rate sailor." A rush, a whir.
"Kitty, you darling! They have put us on the other side of the ship." Thomas was genuinely glad of it.

With a goddess and a nymph to wait upon, heaven knew how many broken dishes he'd have to account for.
Never in the park, never after the matinees, never in all wide London, had he seen two such lovely types: Titian and Greuse.
"No!" said the Greuse.
"Stupid mistake at the booking-office," replied the Titian.