I have no palaver with him.

Though he is too modest to admit it, Lord Doak gives a cachet to our smart quartier such as it has not received since the ever-memorable visit of the Earl of Sittingbourne. Not only is he of the British peerage, but he is also, on dit, a leader of the British metal industries.

The contract has been nullified.

The favourite device of one of the Indian desert foxes here is of a donnybrookian flavour.