"Don't sit down there--those notes are loose; sit here." "Faith, you've guessed it, my dear fellow, I _do_ want you, and most confoundedly badly this time.

Your ward, now, Miss Wynter! Deuced pretty little girl, isn't she, and good form too?
Wonderfully bred--considering." "I don't suppose you have come here to talk about Miss Wynter's good manners." "By Jove! I have though.

You see, Thaddeus, I've about come to the length of my tether, and--er--I'm thinking of turning over a new leaf--reforming, you know--settling down--going in for dulness--domesticity, and all the other deuced lot of it." "It is an excellent resolution, that might have been arrived at years ago with greater merit," says the professor.
"A preacher and a scientist in one! Dear sir, you go beyond the possible," says Sir Hastings, with a shrug.

"But to business.

See here, Thaddeus.