I had that pleasure myself once, but I'm afraid you will never get the chance.

The man has had a finger in every Anglo-French swindle of the last ten years.

He dares not show his face in Paris." We continued to talk of Mr.Devar and his liabilities, of which the least seemed to be the risk of a kicking from myself.

The man had, it appeared, sailed too near the wind of fraud on several occasions, and John Turner held him in the hollow of his hand.
Alphonse, however, was not to be appeased.

His honour had, as he imagined, been assailed by this insult to one upon whom he had bestowed his friendship, and he took no part in our talk when it was of Devar.
Turner did not stay long after we had finished our wine.
"No," he said, "if I do not keep moving I shall go to sleep." When he had left us, Alphonse showed a restlessness which soon culminated in departure, and I sat down to write to Sander.