"The longer you have been my guest, the oftener you fill your glass and empty your cigar-case.

Those are bad signs in a young man.
When you first came here you arrived invalided by a wound.

In your place, I should not have exposed myself to be shot, with no other object in view than describing a battle in a newspaper.

I suppose tastes differ.

Are you ill?
Does your wound still plague you ?" "Not in the least." "Are you out of spirits ?" Horace Holmcroft dropped his fork, rested his elbows on the table, and answered: "Awfully." Even Lady Janet's large toleration had its limits.