'I consider, papa, that you have bolted that cup.' 'Then for goodness' sake, don't give me any more!' cried Lord Findon.
'It's no joke, Eugenie, this sipping business--Where were we?
Oh, well, of course I knew we should have to take it--and I don't say I'm not pleased with it.

But two hundred!' 'Not a penny less,' said Eugenie--'and the apotheosis of my frock alone is worth the money.

Two hundred for that--and two-fifty for the other ?' 'Welby told me that actually was the price he had put on it! The young man won't starve, my dear, for want of knowing his own value.' 'I shouldn't wonder if he had been rather near starving,' said Eugenie, gravely.
'Nothing of the kind, Eugenie,' said her father, testily.

'You think everybody as sensitive as yourself.

I assure you, young men are tough, and can stand a bit of hardship.' 'They seem to require butcher's meat, all the same,' said Eugenie.
'Do you know, papa, that I have been extremely uncomfortable about our behaviour to Mr.Fenwick ?' 'I entirely fail to see why,' said Lord Findon, absently.