Nella was looking through the window; her father stood behind.
'I wonder which is Mrs Sampson Levi ?' Nella said, 'and whether she matches her name.

Wouldn't you love to have a name like that, Father--something that people could take hold of--instead of Racksole ?' The sound of violins and a confused murmur of voices rose gently up to them.
'Umphl' said Theodore.

'Curse those evening papers!' he added, inconsequently but with sincerity.
'Father, you're very horrid to-night.

What have the evening papers been doing ?' 'Well, my young madame, they've got me in for one, and you for another; and they're manufacturing mysteries like fun.

It's young Dimmock's death that has started 'em.' 'Well, Father, you surely didn't expect to keep yourself out of the papers.