“Why do you call me that?”
“I beg pardon. It was just my way of speaking.”
“I order you not to do it again.”
“Very good, ma’am.”
“I am here incognito. I bind you both upon your honours to make no inquiry as to who I am. If I do not get your firm promise, the matter ends here.”
“Very good, ma’am. I’ll promise for my own part, and so, I am sure, will Spring. But if I may be so bold, I can’t help my drawers and potmen talking with your servants.”
“The coachman and footman know just as much about me as you do. But my time is limited, so I must get to business. I think, Mr. Spring, that you are in want of something to do at present?”
“That is so, ma’am.”
“I understand from Mr. Cribb that you are prepared to fight any one at any weight?”
“Anything on two legs,” cried the Champion. “Who did you wish me to fight?” asked the young pugilist.