I hate your successful stockbrokers and shipowners and manufacturers.

They are an odious race.

Wasn't it a stockjobber who thought Botticelli was a cheese?
Everyone knows the story, and I believe the hero of it was either a stockjobber or a man who made screws in Birmingham." Aunt Charlotte let her knitting fall on her lap in despair.

"Austin," she said, in her most solemn tones, "I never regretted your poor mother's death as I regret it at this moment." "Why, auntie ?" he asked, surprised.
"Perhaps she would have understood you better; perhaps she might even have been able to manage you," replied the poor lady.

"I confess that you're beyond me altogether.