The members, it would appear, were gentlemen of that good school of old France which, like many good things both French and English, is fast disappearing.

And with all those faults, which we are so ready to perceive in any Frenchman, there is none on earth who will conceal from you so effectually the fact that in his heart he is vastly amused.
It was with some difficulty that Septimus was persuaded to consign his carpet-bag to the custody of the hall-porter.
"If it wasn't a Nanteuil," he explained in a whisper to his friend, "I should have no hesitation; for I am sure the man is honest and in every way to be relied upon.

But a Nanteuil--ad vivum--Jack.

There are none like him.

It is priceless." "You used not to be a miser," said Turner, panting on the stairs, when at last the bag was concealed in a safe place.