I shall find you at home when I come in to-night, I daresay.

I think I may dine in the city.

_Au plaisir_." "I don't know about the pleasure," muttered Mr.Hawkehurst.

"You're a very delightful person, my friend Horatio; but there comes a crisis in a man's existence when he begins to feel that he has had enough of you.
Poor Diana! what a father!" He did not waste much time on further consideration of his patron, but set off at once on his way to Gray's Inn.

It was too early to call at the Lawn, or he would fain have gone there before seeking George Sheldon's dingy offices.