It's worth fifty pounds a year to him, so it would be a wonder if he wasn't." "Yes, my boy," says Pledge, "if you want to get on at Templeton, take holy orders.

Believe everybody's as good as he tries to make out, and you'll have no trouble at all.

When a fellow cracks up your batting, don't on any account suspect he wants to borrow five shillings of you, and if he tells you it's naughty to look about in chapel, don't imagine for a moment he's got half-a-dozen cribs in his study.

Bah! They're all alike.

Thank goodness you're not a hypocrite yet, young 'un, whatever you may become.