Look at our worthy landlord.

He's been drawing inferences as well as corks, and he's beat to the world." Tomlin was, indeed, gazing at his smaller guest open-mouthed.
"S'elp me!" he gurgled.

"I could ha' sworn--" "Bad habit," and Furneaux crooked a waggish forefinger at him.

"Even the wisest among us may err.

Last night, for instance, I blundered.