"Will that heart of yours be always so susceptible, you romantic, apoplectic, immoral man ?" Mr.Preston went away, looking blue with rage, and ill-treated his wife for a whole month afterwards.
"At any rate," says my Lord, "Titmarsh here has got a place through our friend's unhappy attachment; and Mrs.Titmarsh has only laughed at him, so there is no harm there.

It's an ill wind that blows nobody good, you know." "Such a wind as that, my Lord, with due respect to you, shall never do good to me.

I have learned in the past few years what it is to make friends with the mammon of unrighteousness; and that out of such friendship no good comes in the end to honest men.

It shall never be said that Sam Titmarsh got a place because a great man was in love with his wife; and were the situation ten times as valuable, I should blush every day I entered the office-doors in thinking of the base means by which my fortune was made.

You have made me free, my Lord; and, thank God! I am willing to work.