Try to remember next time, but don’t fret — I won’t jump down your throat if you forget.

Pooh!... How you smell of tobacco.

Years of misuse have dulled the tools.

Edward Churchill still attended to his work in a hopeless mechanical manner like a sleep-walker who walks safely on a well-known round. But his Roman collar galled him, his cossack stifled him, his biretta was as uncomfortable as a merry-andrew's cap and bells.