He used to go to the City every morning with a black bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
Holland.
I wish that confounded waiter would come.
Lady Wanley.
One day an uncle in the North, from whom they vaguely had expectations, died suddenly and left them nearly two millions.
Holland.
Some people are so lucky in the way they choose their uncles.
Lady Wanley.
He was a hardware manufacturer, and no one dreamt that he had a tenth part of that fortune. I came across them in Switzerland and found they were looking for a house.
Holland.