"So that's your opinion, is it?
I _will_ do as you say, and take it for what it is worth--that is, keep my own still! You may be very sharp and clever, and all that sort of thing, my dear fellow; but I don't see the difference between the two that you have so lucidly pointed out.

Satire and cynicism are co-equal terms to my mind: your argument won't persuade me, Lorton, although I must say that you are absolutely brilliant to-day.

You should really start a school of Modern Literature, my dear fellow, and set up as a professor of the same!" "Please get my scissors, Frank," said Miss Pimpernell, trying to stop our wordy warfare.

I got them; but I had my return blow at the curate all the same.
"I suppose you'd be one of my first pupils, Mr Mawley," I said.

"I think I could coach you up a little!" He was going to crush me with some of his sledge-hammer declamation, being thoroughly roused, when Bessie Dasher averted the storm, by entering the arena and changing the conversation to a broader footing.
"How I dote on Thackeray!" she exclaimed with all her natural impulsiveness.