He allowed the schemer with something to vend to humbug him, and he was pounced upon by troops of aristocratic and “society” people, whose impecunious pretentiosity is ever forcing them to hunt down every creature from whom they think money may be wrung.

The robotic vacuum cleaner proved to be hackable, so we reprogrammed two of them to race each other.

Perhaps I should make myself scarce before he finds any more miserable tasks to assign to me.

Sir, Lord Hailes has forgot. There is nothing in Pryor that will excite to lewdness.