Come and take lunch with me. The speaker was a walking, talking bundle of nerves, clothed in black broadcloth. A flawless diamond sparkled on the scarlet scarf that peeped above his close-fitting Prince Albert coat, and a pair of roguish eyes danced above two rosy cheeks.

Eutychus […] fell down from the third loft.

This [call] shouldn’t be hinky – I’ve got a hunch they’re still floating around.

… it is obvious that the Californian heiress is not the only gainer by an alliance which will enable her to make the easy and common transition from a Republican lady to a British peeress.