“Oh, but I have, though. I was there three days; made tea every night; washed the poodle every morning, and clear-starched her Sunday pelerine, with my own hands on Saturday evening.”
“Oh, what a useful animal! What a husband you’ll make, when you’re a little more improved!”
“Shan’t I? As you’re so fond of accomplishments, perhaps you’ll take me yourself by-and-by?”
“Why, as you’re so useful, maybe I may.”
“Well, Lambert,” said Lord Ballindine, across the table, to the stingy gentleman with the squint, “are you going to ride hard to-day?”
“I’ll go bail I’m not much behind, my lord,” said Lambert; “if the dogs go, I’ll follow.”
“I’ll bet you a crown, Lambert,” said his cousin, young Brown of Mount Brown, “the dogs kill, and you don’t see them do it.”
“Oh, that may be, and yet I mayn’t be much behind.”
“I’ll bet you’re not in the next field to them.”
“Maybe you’ll not be within ten fields yourself.”