Why not?
Sidney was the hero of Europe at five-and-twenty; and why not they?
And Frank watched and listened with one of his quiet smiles (his eyes, as some folks' do, smiled even when his lips were still), and only said: "Gentlemen, be sure that you will never repent this day." "Repent ?" said Cary.

"I feel already as angelical as thou lookest, Saint Silvertongue.

What was it that sneezed ?--the cat ?" "The lion, rather, by the roar of it," said Amyas, making a dash at the arras behind him.

"Why, here is a doorway here! and--" And rushing under the arras, through an open door behind, he returned, dragging out by the head Mr.John Brimblecombe.
Who was Mr.John Brimblecombe?
If you have forgotten him, you have done pretty nearly what every one else in the room had done.

But you recollect a certain fat lad, son of the schoolmaster, whom Sir Richard punished for tale-bearing three years before, by sending him, not to Coventry, but to Oxford.