"That's your place: you're returned for it." (Captain the Honourable Charles Heavyside is a member of the legislature, and eminent in the House for asinine imitations which delight his own, and confuse the other party.) "Don't bray here.

I hate the shop out of shop hours." "Dash the little puppy," growls Sir de Boots, swelling in his waistband.
"What do they say about the Russians in the City ?" says Horace Fogey, who has been in the diplomatic service.

"Has the fleet left Cronstadt, or has it not ?" "How should I know ?" asks Barney.

"Ain't it all in the evening paper ?" "That is very uncomfortable news from India, General," resumes Fogey--"there's Lady Doddington's carriage, how well she looks--that movement of Runjeet-Singh on Peshawur: that fleet on the Irrawaddy.

It looks doocid queer, let me tell you, and Penguin is not the man to be Governor-General of India in a time of difficulty." "And Hustler's not the man to be Commander-in-Chief: dashder old fool never lived: a dashed old psalm-singing, blundering old woman," says Sir Thomas, who wanted the command himself.
"You ain't in the psalm-singing line, Sir Thomas," says Mr.Barnes; "quite the contrary." In fact, Sir de Boots in his youth used to sing with the Duke of York, and even against Captain Costigan, but was beaten by that superior bacchanalian artist.
Sir Thomas looks as if to ask what the dash is that to you?
but wanting still to go to India again, and knowing how strong the Newcomes are in Leadenhall Street, he thinks it necessary to be civil to the young cub, and swallows his wrath once more into his waistband.
"I've got an uncle come home from India--upon my word I have," says Barnes Newcome.