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Pancras Church to look at a wedding some old city fogy who lives in Russell Square, and is making a great splash; and there I see you, Elizabeth, standing in the crowd, and looking so nice and spicy as fresh as an apple and as brisk as a bee.
"Just as full of life and enthusiasm. You are a tonic for old fogies like me." "Old fogy!" repeated Ruth. "Why, I'm sure you are not old, Mr. Hammond." "Never mind flattering me," he broke in, with assumed sternness. "Haven't I already promised to read your scenario?" "Yes, sir," said Ruth, demurely. "But you haven't promised to produce it." "Quite so," and he laughed.
Camusot's conduct was sanctioned by the presence of his father-in-law, a little old fogy with powdered hair and leering eyes, highly respected nevertheless. Again Lucien felt disgust rising within him.
He is not what some people would call an "old fogy," and likes to have the boys enjoy themselves in everything that is reasonable and proper; but not to the detriment of their manners or morals, or to the neglect of their usual duties.
They made a great many additions to the factory which I thought quite unnecessary, enlarging the buildings, putting in a new engine and a great deal of costly machinery. They laughed at me because I found fault with these things and called me an old fogy.
You'll have a better time with a young fellow like Archie than you would with an old fogy like me, anyhow. Here, we'll be left!" He made for the ferry slips with the anxious Bickford. Thus did the wily Mr. Mitchell justify his headship.
The chances are you never have any ready money, and become as stingy as an old file. You have to get married because of the family, and the place, and all that kind of thing. Then you have to give dinners to every old fogy, male and female, within twenty miles of you, and before you know where you are you become an old fogy yourself. That's about what it is." "You ought to know," said Mr. Pepper.
I said to myself that if foot-ball was the greatest game of the day, I was not going to put my foot down and prevent my boys from playing it merely because I was old fogy enough not to understand that it was the greatest game of the day, and Horace Plympton had written a letter to the Evening Times.
Carrissima accompanying him dutifully to the door, remarked that he had a new top hat. "Do you think it suits me?" he asked, turning to face her. "Not too much brim, Carrissima?" "It looks a trifle small," she answered. "Small nonsense! A man doesn't want a hat to come down over his eyes. I'm not a fogy yet, I hope." "Why, of course not," she exclaimed.
We, being an old fogy, would so much like to go back to those days to think of daguerreotypes as a stupendous triumph of Science, balloons as indigenous to Cremorne, and table-turning as a nine-days' wonder; in a word, to feel our biceps with satisfaction in an epoch when wheels went slow, folk played tunes, and nobody had appendicitis. But we can't!
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