He objects to the cut of my overcoat which is unfortunately an English one.

He also objects to the cut of my hair.

I am afraid that his wife objects to me because I am so happy as to be thought a friend of yours." Madeleine could only acknowledge that Mr.Gore's case was a bad one.
"But after all," said she, "why should politicians be expected to love you literary gentlemen who write history.

Other criminal classes are not expected to love their judges." "No, but they have sense enough to fear them," replied Gore vindictively; "not one politician living has the brains or the art to defend his own cause.

The ocean of history is foul with the carcases of such statesmen, dead and forgotten except when some historian fishes one of them up to gibbet it." Mr.Gore was so much out of temper that after this piece of extravagance he was forced to pause a moment to recover himself.