"He and the muffin-man generally make their appearance in public together." "Dashed little prig," says Sir Thomas de Boots, "why the dash did they ever let him in here?
If I hadn't been in India, by dash--he should have been blackballed twenty times over, by dash." Only Sir Thomas used words far more terrific than dash, for this distinguished cavalry officer swore very freely.
"He amuses me; he's such a mischievous little devil," says good-natured Charley Heavyside.
"It takes very little to amuse you," remarks Fogey.
"You don't, Fogey," answers Charley.

"I know every one of your demd old stories, that are as old as my grandmother.

How-dy-do, Barney ?" (Enter Barnes Newcome.) "How are the Three per Cents, you little beggar?
I wish you'd do me a bit of stiff; and just tell your father, if I may overdraw my account I'll vote with him--hanged if I don't." Barnes orders absinthe-and-water, and drinks: Heavyside resuming his elegant raillery.

"I say, Barney, your name's Barney, and you're a banker.

You must be a little Jew, hey?
Vell, how mosh vill you to my little pill for ?" "Do hee-haw in the House of Commons, Heavyside," says the young man with a languid air.