'Yeah, when we're dead,' says Zan. 'Life is drama, little bruth.' 'Zannah, please,' says Dom. 'Upstairs.' 'Mum, why can't I stay?' 'Suzannah. We very rarely ask you to—' 'Uh-oh. Dad's full-naming me. It must be serious. All right, I'm going.'

His promises did not correspond with what he actually did.

Mr. C. wore his blue coat and white waistcoat; but what was Mr. Jardine's surprise, when he found that his young probationer peremptorily refused to wear the hide-all sable gown! Expostulation was unavailing, and the minister ascended to the pulpit in his coloured clothes!

I could sense the sweat dripping out of all my pores.