Being of an uneven temperament, he was free with his disfavours.

But a flap steak with marrow butter and parsley toasts was pretty undistinguished, and the brined and smoked baconed pork chop tasted of nothing but smoke and salt--though maybe my taste buds were just numb by then.

Whoever gets the highest roll moves first.

I'll be in the library. When my guests arrive, show them in, Charlie.