“I wonder who'll get that Burgundy? I think I never drank such Chambertin as that he gave us t' other night.”
“I'd rather pick up that pair of Hungarian chestnuts. They are the true 'Yucker' breed, with nice straight slinging action.”
“His pictures, too, were good.”
“And such cigars as the dog had! He told me, I think, he had about fifteen thousand of those Cubans.”
“A vulgar hound!—always boasting of his stable, or his cellar, or his conservatory! I can't say I feel sorry for him.”
“Sorry for him! I should think not. The fellow has had his share of good fortune, living up there at that glorious villa in luxury. It's only fair he should take his turn on the shady side of the road.”
“These Heathcotes must have got it smartly too from the Yankees. They invested largely there of late.”
“So Trover told me. Almost the last words he said were: 'The man that marries that girl for an heiress, will find he has got a blind nut Her whole fortune is swept away.'”
“I wonder is that true.”
“I feel certain it is. Trover went into all sorts of figures to show it. I'm not very much up in arithmetic, and so could n't follow him; but I gathered that they 'd made their book to lose, no matter how the match came off. That was to be expected when they trusted such things to a woman.”