"Cut him down! I command it..." shouted Rostopchin, suddenly growing pale like Vereshchagin.

“I wrote ’em on the back of the envelope of my aunt’s last letter,” he said, and pulled it from between the pages of Sappho.

‘He was one of us who made that saying, I should think,’ said Ralph. ‘Time is money, and very good money too, to those who reckon interest by it. Time IS money! Yes, and time costs money; it’s rather an expensive article to some people we could name, or I forget my trade.’