In his own house, though he was very quiet, the servants dreaded to offend him, and were attentive to his slightest behests.

When he condescended to ride with any acquaintance in the park, it was always acknowledged that old Wharton was to regulate the pace.

His name was Abel, and all his life he had been known as able Abe;--a silent, far-seeing, close-fisted, just old man, who was not, however, by any means deficient in sympathy either with the sufferings or with the joys of humanity.
It was Easter time and the courts were not sitting, but Mr.Wharton was in his chamber as a matter of course at ten o'clock.

He knew no real homely comforts elsewhere,--unless at the whist-table at the Eldon.

He ate and drank and slept in his own house in Manchester Square, but he could hardly be said to live there.