But then, having some qualms as to the truth of the assertion, and seeing that if he were to assume the character of an old boy he couldn't go on asking the questions he wanted, added--"That is to say, I'm on my way there.
Just as 'twas gettin' serious, and the old boy and the mob was going to pull 'em off the coach, one little fellow jumps up and says, 'Here--I'll stay.
As for Raffles, he appeared to me to feel far more compunction for the fable which he had been compelled to foist upon one of the old masters than for the immeasurably graver offence against society and another Old Boy.
He spoke with great vigor at the top of his voice; soon we had a little crowd about us; but the tall collars and the broad smiles of the younger Old Boys did not deter our dowdy demagogue.
After that they two not unfrequently fell in each other's way, and Dick would often treat the old boy
to breakfast on a moderate scale and in a restaurant of his own selection.
I waylaid old Bodger--Colonel Bodger, on the committee of the club, you know--and suggested over a whisky-and-soda that the management of Brown's would be behaving like sportsmen if they bumped my salary up a bit, and the old boy
nearly strangled himself trying to suck down Scotch and laugh at the same time.
You wicked old boy
,' Miss Wren would say to him, with a menacing forefinger, 'you'll force me to run away from you, after all, you will; and then you'll shake to bits, and there'll be nobody to pick up the pieces
But the old boy
was so far from responding, that he would not even walk to Hammersmith on the same side of the way; so, Herbert and I, who remained in town, saw them going down the street on opposite sides; Startop leading, and Drummle lagging behind in the shadow of the houses, much as he was wont to follow in his boat.
It's my first and last battle, old boy
," said the latter, with intense gloom.
Get some more port, Bowls, old boy
, whilst I buzz this bottle-here.
And now, Sydney, old boy
, I want to say a word to YOU about YOUR prospects.
Twill, old boy
, ‘twill,” cried Kirby, every- shade of displeasure vanishing from his open brow at the peace-offering; “throw out the hide, and that shall satisfy the law.