The butler broke it for her into a tall goblet filled with old sherry, and the noble lady, with her own hands, beat the stuff out of it.

For the veteran politician, whose official duties rarely allowed him to eat, an egg was a sovereign remedy.

Taken either in a goblet of sherry or in a mug of rum, or in half a pint of whisky, it never failed to revive his energies.
The effect of the egg was at once visible in the brightening of his eye and the lengthening of his ears.
"And now explain to me," said his wife, "what has happened.

What _is_ this Boundary Bill ?" "We never meant it to pass," said Sir John.

"It was introduced only as a sop to public opinion.