"I know he is; I know it. They bring such a lot of good fellows to grief—and pretty women too."
"Well, I must write to him; and you must look out for another candidate."
"By Jove, we must, and in quick time too! Apart from a General Election, I hear old Millington's sadly shaky. Well, good-bye, Belfield. My regards to your wife." He shook hands warmly. "This is hard luck on you; but he's got lots of time to pick up again. He'll end in the first flight yet. Cheer up. Better have a Prodigal than no son at all, like me!"
"I imagine a good deal might be said on both sides in that debate."
"Oh, stuff and nonsense! You wouldn't dare to say that to his mother!"
"No; and I don't suppose I really think it myself. But this sort of thing does make a man a bit nervous, Meriton."
"If the lady's attractions have led him astray, perhaps they'll be able now to keep him straight."
"They won't be so great in one particular. They won't be forbidden fruit."
"Aye, the best fox is always in the covert you mayn't draw. Human nature!"
"At all events, my boy Harry's."