I dare say the pony feels just as I do.

Age, I suppose, in both cases?
Well! well! well! let's try and be young at heart.

'The rest' (as Pope says) 'is leather and prunella.'" He returned resignedly to his little Scotch air.
The servant came in with the coffee.

And then the room was quiet, except for the low humming of insects and the gentle rustling of the creepers at the window.

For five minutes or so Sir Patrick sipped his coffee, and meditated--by no means in the character of a man who was depressed by any recent disappointment.