“Nothing lasts forever,” Urquhart says to a framed picture of Maggie Thatcher.
Even more emphatically, Urquhart—with a roguish smile—turns her picture facedown on his desk.
Vera, who had a grain of pity in her, hoped that Urquhart had been spared; but whether he was or not she never knew.
Urquhart was a Scotchman, who was born in 1611 and died in 1660.
Peter and Urquhart sat down by her, and the oppressed Finn presently wandered away to talk to Lucy's father.
His Majesty took up Urquhart, and recommended him to Palmerston.
Mr. Bankes withdrew his motion, and Mr. Urquhart was clamoured down in a subsequent attempt to address the house upon the subject.
Mark Felt, do you want to hear news from your friend Urquhart?
She said through her tears, "You see, I thought you were Mr. Urquhart with my wrap."
Urquhart was a rich man, and to know that his lawyer was rich was no bad thing.