Fancy every gentleman in Jullien's band playing with all his might, and each performing a different tune; the ornaments at our Club, the 'Sarcophagus,' so bewilder and affect me.

Dazzled with emotions which I cannot describe, and which she dared not reveal, Mrs.Chuff, followed by her children and son-in-law, walked wondering amongst these blundering splendours.
In the great library (225 feet long by 150) the only man Mrs.Chuff saw, was Tiggs.

He was lying on a crimson-velvet sofa, reading a French novel of Paul de Kock.

It was a very little book.

He is a very little man.
In that enormous hall he looked like a mere speck.