A gentleman has a glass of punch before him to which he is just about to set his lips, when another gentleman comes and collars that glass of punch, without a "with your leave", or "by your leave", and carries that glass of punch away.

This may be good manners--I dare say it is--but I don't understand it, that's all; and what's more, I don't care if I never do.

It's my way to speak my mind, Kenwigs, and that is my mind; and if you don't like it, it's past my regular time for going to bed, and I can find my way home without making it later.' Here was an untoward event! The collector had sat swelling and fuming in offended dignity for some minutes, and had now fairly burst out.

The great man--the rich relation--the unmarried uncle--who had it in his power to make Morleena an heiress, and the very baby a legatee--was offended.

Gracious Powers, where was this to end! 'I am very sorry, sir,' said Mr Kenwigs, humbly.
'Don't tell me you're sorry,' retorted Mr Lillyvick, with much sharpness.