But now I might as well throw my money into the gutter as spend it on circulars or advertisements." "And a young woman with twenty thousand pounds and something amiss with her jaw hasn't turned up yet!" "No, nor an old woman either.

I wouldn't stick at the age, if the money was all right," answered Mr.Sheldon bitterly.
The younger brother shrugged his shoulders and plunged his hands into his trousers-pockets with a gesture of seriocomic despair.

He was the livelier of the two, and affected a slanginess of dress and talk and manner, a certain "horsey" style, very different from his elder brother's studied respectability of costume and bearing.

His clothes were of a loose sporting cut, and always odorous with stale tobacco.

He wore a good deal of finery in the shape of studs and pins and dangling lockets and fusee-boxes; his whiskers were more obtrusive than his brother's, and he wore a moustache in addition--a thick ragged black moustache, which would have become a guerilla chieftain rather than a dweller amidst the quiet courts and squares of Gray's Inn.