'Do you remember the faro bank at Florence, Tommy, and the three hundred livres you lost to that old harridan, Lady Harrington?
Pearls cast before swine you styled them, I remember.' 'Lord, Sir George!' Mr.Thomasson cried, vastly horrified.

'How can you say such a thing?
Your excellent memory plays you false.' 'It does,' Soane answered, smiling sardonically.

'I remember.

It was seed sown for the harvest, you called it--in your liquor.

And that touches me.