The rabble admired so fine a gentleman, and so resolute a bearing, gave place to him with a jest, and let him pass unmolested down the lane.
It was well that they did, for he had come to the end of his patience.
One man steps out of a carriage, picks up a handkerchief, and lives to wear a Crown.

Another takes the same step; it lands him in a low squabble from which he may extricate himself with safety, but scarcely with an accession of credit.

Sir George belonged to the inner circle of fashion, to which neither rank nor wealth, nor parts, nor power, of necessity admitted.

In the sphere in which he moved, men seldom quarrelled and as seldom fought.

Of easiest habit among themselves, they left bad manners and the duello to political adventurers and cubbish peers, or to the gentlemen of the quarter sessions and the local ordinary.