Owen laughed, and begged Harding to send his joke to the comic papers.
"An excellent subject for a cartoon."
"He has stopped again. Now I'm sure he's talking of Sophocles. He walks on…. I'm mistaken; he is talking about Molière."
"An excellent idea of yours—'Literature in livery!'"
"His prose is always so finely spoken, so pompous, that I cannot help smiling. You know what I mean."
"I've told you it ought to be sent to the papers. I wish he would leave that writing-table; and Lady Ascott might at least ask him to brush his coat."
"It seems to me so strange that she should find pleasure in such company."
"Men who will not cut their hair. How is it?"
"I suppose attention to externals checks or limits the current of feeling… or they think so."
"I am feeling enough, God knows, but my suffering does not prevent me from selecting my waistcoat and tying my tie."