I'm certain he wasn't Richard the Third's.

Don't be a cad, Dick; you might tell a fellow.

I'd tell you, if I knew." "I've told you one father," said Dick, sternly, "and he didn't have more.

If you want another, stick down Edward the Sixth." Coote's face brightened, as he produced his pencil and cleaned his largest unoccupied nail.
"That sounds more--, Oh, but, I say, how can Edward the Sixth be Edward the Fifth's father?
Besides, he had no family and-- Oh, what a howling howler I shall come!" His friends regarded him sympathetically, and assisted him to dismount.
"We shall have to step out," said Richardson; "it's five-and-twenty to ten, and it's a good mile.

Look here, Tom; you've got to come and fetch us at the school, do you hear?
We're not going to fag back here after the exam." "My orders was to wait here till you pick me up, young gentlemen," said Tom, grinning.