It was a great loss to us.

We've hardly had an idea in the Sixth since Bull left." This double hit greatly delighted the majority of the "Sociables;" scarcely less so than Bull's red cheeks, and the gape with which Culver received the reference to himself.
"You're not wanted here," Bull exclaimed; "get out!" "There! Isn't that clever ?" said the Hermit, in apparent admiration.
"Did ever you hear a sentence so well put together, and so eloquently delivered.

Why, not even the 'too-too' Wrangham (I hope Wrangham's not here)--" Blushing was the order of the day.

Wrangham tried hard to look unconcerned, but as the eyes of the Club turned round in his direction, the tell-tale roses came on his cadaverous cheeks and mounted to his forehead.
"The 'too-too' Wrangham, who loves lilies because they are pure, and calls teapots 'consummate' because--well, I don't exactly know why--he couldn't have put his one idea so neatly--" "Look here, Freckleton," said Spokes, feeling it due to the dignity of the Club to put an end to this scene; "this is a private meeting.
You've no right to be here.

Nobody wants you." "Dear me! was that the silvery voice of toffee-loving Spokes ?" said the Hermit, amid a shout of laughter; for everyone knew Spokes's weak point.
"He says 'Look here!' Really I cannot, until a sponge has been passed over the honest face and shorn it of some of its clinging sweetness.
But, gentlemen of the 'Select'-- 'Select' is the word, isn't it ?" "If you don't go out, you'll get chucked out," said Bull.
"Oh, wonderful English! wonderful elocution!" said the Hermit.