The tables were put on one side so that there might be room for dancing, and smaller ones were set out for progressive whist.
She was the buyer in the `Petticoats,' and when Philip entered was engaged in conversation with the buyer in the `Gentlemen's Hosiery;' Miss Bennett was a woman of massive proportions, with a very large red face heavily powdered and a bust of imposing dimensions; her flaxen hair was arranged with elaboration.
But at present one might fancy the house in the early stage of a chancery suit, and that the fruit from that grand double row of walnut-trees on the right hand of the enclosure would fall and rot among the grass, if it were not that we heard the booming bark of dogs echoing from great buildings at the back.
Yes, the house must be inhabited, and we will see by whom; for imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.
A white sheet was hoisted above the power-house, and this remained flying all through the events that followed.
The foremost swordsman won three strides on him and was near enough to slash at him and miss as he spurted.
He moved to my table, and we fraternized over our coffee.
I looked round the corner of the table, and perceived the restaurant cat in dignified retreat.
Papa Wick had been a Commissioner in his day, holding authority over three millions of men in the Chota-Buldana Division, building great works for the good of the land, and doing his best to make two blades of grass grow where there was but one before.
He patted Bobby on the shoulder and said: "Well done, my boy
It was a trait in Mr Podsnap's character (and in one form or other it will be generally seen to pervade the depths and shallows of Podsnappery), that he could not endure a hint of disparagement of any friend or acquaintance of his.
Mr and Mrs Lammle's house in Sackville Street, Piccadilly, was but a temporary residence.