What with his gold spangles and his talking to Mr.Goodwyn-Sandys, he's as proud as a cock on a wall." His hostess laughed.

"You are very frank," she said.
"That's me all over," replied Sam, evidently pleased.

"You see, I ain't polite--not a ladies' man in any way." "There I am sure you do yourself injustice." "No, 'pon my word! I never had any practice." "What, not among all the charming girls I saw in church yesterday?
Oh, Mr.Buzza, you mustn't tell me _that_." A look from the dark eyes accompanied this sentence.
Now, very few young men of Sam's stamp greatly mind being considered gay Lotharios.

So that when he repeated that "'Pon his word he wasn't," he also turned his neck about in his collar for a second or so, smiled meaningly, and altogether looked rather pleased than not.
"I'm afraid you are a very sad character, Mr.Buzza." "No, really now." "And are deceiving me horribly." "No, really; wouldn't think of it." "Sam!" broke in the Admiral's voice in tones of thunder.
"Yes, sir." "How does Mr.Moggridge describe the 'Man-o'-War' Hotel ?" "Says the beer's falling off, sir.

It _did_, once upon a time, taste of the barrel, but now he'll be hanged if it tastes of anything at all.