Did you notice the Bechamel sauce at lunch?
Pooh! a young man who smokes cigars doesn't know the difference between Bechamel sauce and melted butter.

Good afternoon! good afternoon!" He slackened the reins, and away he went to Craig Fernie.

Counting by years, the pony was twenty, and the pony's driver was seventy.

Counting by vivacity and spirit, two of the most youthful characters in Scotland had got together that afternoon in the same chaise.
An hour more wore itself slowly out; and nothing had passed Arnold on the cross-roads but a few stray foot-passengers, a heavy wagon, and a gig with an old woman in it.

He rose again from the heather, weary of inaction, and resolved to walk backward and forward, within view of his post, for a change.