'I'm grieved to keep you, or any gentleman, waiting.

Had you not better arrange with my doctor, or get the cook to flavour my omelette with arsenic?
What are the odds, gentlemen,' he would add, 'that I don't live to see Captain Barry hanged yet ?' In fact, the doctors tinkered him up for a year.

'It's my usual luck,' I could not help saying to my uncle, who was my confidential and most excellent adviser in all matters of the heart.

'I've been wasting the treasures of my affections upon that flirt of a countess, and here's her husband restored to health and likely to live I don't know how many years!' And, as if to add to my mortification, there came just at this period to Spa an English tallow-chandler's heiress, with a plum to her fortune; and Madame Cornu, the widow of a Norman cattle-dealer and farmer-general, with a dropsy and two hundred thousand livres a year.
'What's the use of my following the Lyndons to England,' says I, 'if the knight won't die ?' 'Don't follow them, my dear simple child,' replied my uncle.

'Stop here and pay court to the new arrivals.' 'Yes, and lose Calista for ever, and the greatest estate in all England.' 'Pooh, pooh! youths like you easily fire and easily despond.