I have an idea that he was born in the narrower circles himself." "That's where you're wrong, then," Furley grunted with satisfaction.

"My father was a boot manufacturer in a country village of Leicestershire.

I went in for the Bar because he left me pots of money, most of which, by the bye, I seem to have dissipated." "Chiefly in Utopian schemes for the betterment of his betters," Julian observed drily.
"I certainly had an idea," Furley confessed, "of an asylum for incapable younger sons." "I call a truce," Julian proposed.

"It isn't polite to spar before Miss Abbeway." "To me," Mr.Stenson declared, "this is a veritable temple of peace.

I arrived here literally on all fours.