"But I hardly know yet where I am.

The fellow has knocked the wind out of me with his personalities, and I haven't got my breath yet.

Have you a bottle of sherry open ?" Mrs.Ramshorn led the way to the dining-room, where the early Sunday dinner was already laid, and the decanters stood on the sideboard.

The rector poured himself out a large glass of sherry, and drank it off in three mouthfuls.
"Such buffoonery! such coarseness! such vulgarity! such indelicacy!" cried Mrs.Ramshorn, while the parson was still occupied with the sherry.

"Not content with talking about himself in the pulpit, he must even talk about his wife! What's he or his wife in the house of God?
When his gown is on, a clergyman is neither Mr.This nor Mr.That any longer, but a priest of the Church of England, as by law established.