Eleonore Lemindre, aged 34, tailoress, of a sanguine lymphatic temperament, having suffered great depression of spirits, experienced, in the course of 1820, symptoms of what is called disease of the heart.

That is droll. Listen yet one time. You are very spiritual. Can you make a honorable lady of Her? / Don't be so malicious, says Mr. Bucket. / Or a haughty gentleman of Him? cries Madamoiselle, referring to Sir Leicester with ineffable disdain. Eh! O then regard him! The poor infant! Ha! ha! ha! / Come, come, why this is worse Parlaying than the other, says Mr. Bucket. Come along!

Last night I went out on a night on the town and came home absolutely scuttered

I misspent my youth making friends and meeting people. Wait a minute: that's the secret of my success!