"I am afraid you have been giving her some of your wicked looks, my lord," said the intended—Chap. xviii.
But the young lady making a violent effort to disengage herself, he lost his balance, and measured his length upon the ground—Chap. xix.
The dressing-room door being hastily flung open, Mr. Mantalini was disclosed to view, with his shirt collar symmetrically thrown back: putting a fine edge to a breakfast knife by means of his razor strop—Chap. xxi.
