She's subject to moods, they say, when nothing's exciting enough; must skate on thin ice, must have a man skating after her.

If the poor devil weighs more than she does, in he goes." "That's like her father, old Cheriton.

I knew him at the club--one of the old sort of squires; married his second wife at sixty and buried her at eighty.

Old 'Claret and Piquet,' they called him; had more children under the rose than any man in Devonshire.

I saw him playing half-crown points the week before he died.