If a fellow were to come to me now and ask me to lend him ten pounds, I'd do it, provided, you know, that he would fetch out the cheque-book and pen and ink." "Laziness is nothing," said the Doctor, "unless well carried out.

I only contradicted you, however, to draw you out; I agree entirely.

Do you know, my friend, I am getting marvellously fond of this climate." "So am I.But then you know, Doctor, that we are sheltered from the north wind here by the snow-ranges.

The summer in Sydney, now, is perfectly infernal.

The dust is so thick you can't see your hand before you." "So I believe," said the Doctor.