It was during Daenerys' wedding and I was a Pentoshi nobleman in the background, wearing a gigantic hat.
My dear man, said the nobleman, that is just where you Americans are wrong.
I have promised you, as a gentleman—as a nobleman, if you know what that is—to respect you.
She was the daughter of a nobleman who justly prided himself, in a degenerate age, on the virtue of his house.
The English nobleman's mother is very much against the match.
Then in London she had fallen in love again with an English nobleman, an eldest son, with wealth of his own.
Why, I thought I said at the first that he was a nobleman, an Englishman.
About the year 1720, he was induced by the Duke of Rutland to come to England, and was received into the house of that nobleman.
A nobleman once contemptuously asked of a sage, “What have you got by all your philosophy?”
Without any definite cause of complaint, the links which attached him to that nobleman had been broken.
(Gr. basilikos, i.e., "king's man"), an officer of state (John 4:49) in the service of Herod Antipas. He is supposed to have been the Chuza, Herod's steward, whose wife was one of those women who "ministered unto the Lord of their substance" (Luke 8:3). This officer came to Jesus at Cana and besought him to go down to Capernaum and heal his son, who lay there at the point of death. Our Lord sent him away with the joyful assurance that his son was alive.