Houseman said these few words with a palpable emotion; and it was more striking on account of the evident coarseness and hardened vulgarity of his nature. In a moment more he had mounted Walter’s horse, and turning ere he sped on, inquired at what place at Knaresborough the horse should be sent. Walter directed him to the principal inn; and Houseman, waving his hand, and striking his spurs into the animal, wearied as it was, was out of sight in a moment.
“Well, if ever I seed the like!” quoth the Corporal. “Lira, lira, la, la, la! lira, lara, la, la, la!—augh!—whaugh!—bother!”
“So my good-nature does not please you, Bunting.”
“Oh, Sir, it does not sinnify: we shall have our throats cut—that’s all.
“What! you don’t believe the story.”
“I? Bless your honour, I am no fool.”
“Bunting!”
“Sir.”
“You forget yourself.”
“Augh!”