It did not prove possible to get the big wigs to do anything.
One would be had up before the big wigs, and court-martialled, and goodness knows what.
Mind, the big–wigs dont dine till seven oclock, so you have plenty of time to come for me.
It is not the “little men” that swell the civil list, as the vicar told me before I saw it for myself, but, the “big wigs.”
When such hundreds are coming, big wigs and little wigs of all shades, what can it matter whether Mr. Towers be there or not?
Right on the platform with the judges in their big wigs and long robes, and facing the whole crowded court!
The Commissioner and some of the other big wigs danced in the same quadrille.