F. Anstey

“ Mother Grim' (the irreverent youth always spoke of Mrs. Grimstone in this way) 'and Dulcie are in it. I saw Dulcie look at you, Dick. It's a shame to treat her as you did yesterday. There's young Tom on the box; don't his ears stick out rummily? I wonder if the 'ugly family' will be at church to-day? You know the ugly family; all with their mouths open and their eyes goggling, like a jolly old row of pantomime heads. And oh, Dick, suppose Connie Davenant's people have changed their pew—that'll be a sell for you rather, won't it?'
'I don't understand you,' said Mr. Bultitude stiffly ”

“ Bultitude. 'Look here, Chawner—your confounded name is Chawner, isn't it?—there's a mistake somewhere, I'm sure of it. Listen to me. I'm not going to tell the Doctor what you think I am!'
'What do I think you are going to tell him?'
'I haven't the slightest idea; but, whatever it is, you're wrong.'
'Ah, you're too clever, Dickie; you won't betray yourself; but other people want to pay Coker and Tipping out as well as you, and I say you must wait.'
'I shan't say anything to affect anyone but myself,' said Paul ”

“ I won't take it. She ought to be ashamed of herself!'
Miss Davenant was indeed busily engaged in pencilling something on a blank sheet of paper; and, having finished, she folded it deftly into a cocked-hat, wrote a few words on the outside, and placed it between the leaves of her book. ”

“ Jolland with his nose in the air, determined that after this he really must cut his former friend as the other fellows had done, since his devotion was appreciated so little, and Paul watching the ascending double line of tall chimney-pot hats as they surged before him in regular movement, and feeling a dull wonder at finding himself setting out to church in such ill-assorted company.
They entered the church, and Paul was sent down to the extreme end of a pew next to the one reserved for the Doctor and his family. Dulcie was sitting there already on the other side of the partition ”

“ It was the editor of one of these magazines, indeed, who is said, though I do not vouch for the truth of the story, to have implored the author who was running a novel through his columns, to shift the date on which he had made his lovers meet, from Sunday afternoon to 'Sunday after church time,' in deference to the susceptibilities of his subscribers. ”

“ If there's one thing upon earth I loathe more than another, it's marrow-oil pomade!'
Then there was breakfast, at which Dr. Grimstone appeared, resplendent in glossy broadcloth, and dazzling shirt-front and semi-clerical white tie, and after breakfast, an hour in the schoolroom, during which the boys (by the aid of repeated references to the text) wrote out 'from memory' the hymn they had learnt, while Paul managed somehow to stumble through his dates and events to the satisfaction of Mr. ”