I've no patience with such fools." "And how long are you staying at Cleeve ?" asked St Aubyn, supplying her with sandwiches.
"I've been there nearly a week already, and the trouble lasts three days more," replied his aunt, as she munched away.

"The Duke's a fool, and she's worse.

Haven't the ghost of an idea, either of 'em, how to mix people, you know.

And what with their horrible charades, and their nonsensical round games, and their everlasting bridge, I'm pretty well at the end of my tether.

Never was among such a beef-witted set of addlepates since I was born.