Algie often used to shoot there, and now they say he just has his brother down to shoot with him.
There's Dowler, who puts away thousands a year in Consols, and Algie, who tells everybody all about it.
Algie Thynne was criblé with debts, and probably keen on marrying for money.
Hush, you must be grave because dear Algie is going to address us.
Or was it Bishop Algie you were talking to last night about cathedrals?
