Bracknell, for instance, was the name of the country estate where the mother of Oscar's titled little catamite summered.
[Bedford in Bracknell's lowest register]: Oh, don't listen to him.
There is little to be gained by doing that, replied Bracknell.
The letter of despair was dated from Bracknell, on 16th March, 1814.
Still, not to mention Shelley's wife, there was Bracknell, at any rate.
In his heart Bracknell knew that this answer was a mere evasion.
We did not find the dead man whom Mr. Bracknell averred he saw.
Thats poor business for a lawyer, said Bracknell encouragingly.
Bracknell nodded his understanding of the situation, and then remarked.
Bring him here, Bracknell laughed almost deliriously, and you will see.
