“Running like that,” he said to me, passing his hand over his eyes, “makes you more tired than a whole day’s work. I don’t think I shall do it again.”
“The sport’s exciting while it lasts,” said Leslie.
“It does you more harm than the rabbits do us good,” said Mrs. Saxton.
“Oh, I don’t know, mother,” drawled her son, “it’s a couple of shillings.”
“And a couple of days off your life.”
“What be that!” he replied, taking a piece of bread and butter, and biting a large piece from it.
“Pour us a drop of tea,” he said to Emily.
“I don’t know that I shall wait on such brutes,” she replied, relenting, and flourishing the teapot.
“Oh,” said he, taking another piece of bread and butter, “I’m not all alone in my savageness this time.”
“Men are all brutes,” said Lettie, hotly, without looking up from her book.