I have been in my time a demy of Magdalen College, Oxford, and retain some Greek and Latin.
I'll undertake to read the Fathers with an accent that shall not offend you.

My taste in wine is none the worse for having been formed in other men's cellars.

Moreover, you shall engage the ugliest cook in Christendom, so long as I'm your butler.

I've taken a liking to you-- that's flat--and I apply for the post." "I give forty pounds a year," said he.
"And I'm cheap at that price." He filled up his glass, looking up at me while he did so with the air of one digesting a problem.

From first to last his face was grave as a judge's.
"We are too impulsive, I think," was his answer, after a minute's silence; "and your speech smacks of the amateur.