"Your death agonies, Carr, are a credit to human nature.

No great vulgar writhings with legs all over the stage, like Denis; but a chaste, refined wriggle, and all was over.

It is a pleasure to kill a man who dies in such a gentlemanlike manner.

If only Evelyn will keep a little closer to me when I am on my wicked baronial knees, I shall be quite happy.

You hear, Evelyn ?" "How you can joke at this moment," said Evelyn, who looked pale and nervous, "I cannot think.