But, for my own share, I don't care a rush if London was sunk in the salt sea.

Little Dublin for my money, as Sir Terence O'Fay says.' 'Who is Sir Terence O'Fay, may I ask, sir ?' 'Why, don't you know Terry?
Ay, you've been so long at Cambridge, I forgot.

And did you never see Terry ?' 'I have seen him, sir--I met him yesterday at Mr.Mordicai's, the coachmaker's.' 'Mordicai's!' exclaimed Lord Clonbrony, with a sudden blush, which he endeavoured to hide by taking snuff.

'He is a damned rascal, that Mordicai! I hope you didn't believe a word he said--nobody does that knows him.' 'I am glad, sir, that you seem to know him so well, and to be upon your guard against him,' replied Lord Colambre; 'for, from what I heard of his conversation, when he was not aware who I was, I am convinced he would do you any injury in his power.' 'He shall never have me in his power, I promise him.

We shall take care of that.