If one lives habitually among embarrassed men, one catches it to a certainty.

No one had injured the community in this way more fatally than Mr.Sowerby.
But still he carried on the game himself; and now, on this morning, carriages and horses thronged at his gate, as though he were as substantially rich as his friend the Duke of Omnium.
"Robarts, my dear fellow," said Mr.Sowerby, when they were well under way down one of the glades of the forest,--for the place where the hounds met was some four or five miles from the house of Chaldicotes,--"ride on with me a moment.

I want to speak to you; and if I stay behind we shall never get to the hounds." So Mark, who had come expressly to escort the ladies, rode on alongside of Mr.Sowerby in his pink coat.
"My dear fellow, Fothergill tells me that you have some hesitation about going to Gatherum Castle." "Well, I did decline, certainly.

You know I am not a man of pleasure, as you are.

I have some duties to attend to." "Gammon!" said Mr.Sowerby; and as he said it, he looked with a kind of derisive smile into the clergyman's face.
"It is easy enough to say that, Sowerby; and perhaps I have no right to expect that you should understand me." "Ah, but I do understand you; and I say it is gammon.