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"It is fine to see the little hen-of-the-walk of Cocksmoor lower her crest to her!" said Gertrude, "when Ethel has not thought it worth while to assert herself, being conscious of being an old fogey." "And your Bishop?" "Norman? I do believe he is coming home next year.
It was the Radical Club, but it was as conservative as it could be in its reception of the waif, and it was only in perfunctory kindness that the Club gave him shelter. The Fogey Club heard of the Baby and bethought itself of making campaign material of him. The Fogies instructed their "organs" to dilate upon the disgraceful apathy of the Radicals toward the foundling.
"You always look just the same to me," Dan said, as he helped her on with her coat and adjusted the collar with gentle, painstaking deference. She sighed. The remark to a person who ardently desired to look different was crushing. "I think Mrs. Purdy's an awful old fogey!" she said petulantly by way of venting her pique.
But perhaps when you are middle-aged and disillusioned, and all the good blood in your veins has been dried up by fever, you'll forgive my straight speaking to-night; though by then I shall be a forgotten old fogey, eating my heart out in England, or I shall have dropped in harness, which would be the kinder fate of the two."
"Do hee-haw in the House of Commons, Heavyside," says the young man with a languid air. "That's your place: you're returned for it." I hate the shop out of shop hours." "Dash the little puppy," growls Sir de Boots, swelling in his waistband. "What do they say about the Russians in the City?" says Horace Fogey, who has been in the diplomatic service. "Has the fleet left Cronstadt, or has it not?"
He looked upon himself, and quite rightly, as an advanced and modern young man, brimful of ideas and thoroughly abreast of the thoughts and movement of the day. Presently I made a fresh discovery, that he looked upon me as an old fogey, from whom intelligence and sympathy could hardly be expected.
'You are a great bear to abuse my relations! How dare you abuse my relations!" I want to refrain, in telling the story of my life, from praising the past at the expense of the present. It is at best the act of a fogey and always an easy thing to do, as there are so few people who can contradict one.
As Wilhelm looked at him with suppressed reproach, Schrotter laid his hand on the young man's shoulder. "You no doubt think me a hard-hearted old fogey you miss the ring of romance in what I say. That is quite natural. The language of reason always sounds flat to the ear of passion and not to passion only, but to sentimentality and feebleness. Let us finish. You know my advice.
But methinks the Doctor " "They are starting the Grand Prix," hastily interrupted the Young Fogey. "Good-bye! Such a delightful talk!" And turning his back on the horses, he hurried off the field to lose himself and perhaps find a new pair of English ears among the parasols and equipages of the sunlit Prater. What is the critic's duty at the play?
But when the Young Fogey chanced upon me drinking lager beer at the Austrian Derby, during a tedious interval between the races, he was probably confused by the distance from Piccadilly into a sense of originality, and perceiving a couple of books on my table: "What! do you read the books you review?" he asked in feigned astonishment; adding, with an impromptu air, "I always write the books I review.
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