One day in comes Jannie Hofmeyr to my shop, and he's wanting a pair of takkies to play tennis you know, and William, my son, he goes and serves him.

For that would have allowed me, before parading in public certain habits such as the finger in the nose, the scratching of the balls, digital emunction and the peripatetic piss, to refer them to the first rules of a reasoned theory.

Mr Borthrop Trumbull really knew nothing about old Featherstone's will; but he could hardly have been bought to declare any ignorance unless he had been arrested for misprision of treason.

Paddington dates to 1838, although much of today's main line station is from 1854. And it is, of course, a Brunellian masterstroke.