[W]hilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like. I have the run of the house at any time, you know.

“We know about the favours you asked of her and now she is dead. We are working with the police” “Mutton shunters! Gah!” he spat once again and, as if disgusted by the words themselves, threw the cigar away.

[I]n that some form of duty and sacrifice (here, participation in the 1848 Revolution and a recognition of his lordly duty) is not only beneficially character-forming but also leads ultimately to a condition which is 'sublime'.

Vanessa Pennington had a husband who was poor, with few extenuating circumstances, and an admirer who, though comfortably rich, was cumbered with a sense of honour.