Phineas was quick to observe that every male guest was in Parliament, and to tell himself that he would not have been there unless he also had had a seat.
"We are all here now," said the Earl, ringing the bell.
"I hope I've not kept you waiting," said Phineas.
"Not at all," said Lady Laura.

"I do not know why we are in such a hurry.

And how many do you say it will be, Mr.Finn ?" "Seventeen, I suppose," said Phineas.
"More likely twenty-two," said Mr.Bonteen.

"There is Colcleugh so ill they can't possibly bring him up, and young Rochester is at Vienna, and Gunning is sulking about something, and Moody has lost his eldest son.

By George! they pressed him to come up, although Frank Moody won't be buried till Friday." "I don't believe it," said Lord Brentford.
"You ask some of the Carlton fellows, and they'll own it." "If I'd lost every relation I had in the world," said Fitzgibbon, "I'd vote on such a question as this.