“Lord, Mr Meadows,” cried she, angrily, “I believe you would have one live no where!”
“True, very true, ma'am,” said he, yawning, “one really lives no where; one does but vegetate, and wish it all at an end. Don't you find it so, ma'am?”
“Me? no indeed; I assure you I like living of all things. Whenever I'm ill, I'm in such a fright you've no idea. I always think I'm going to die, and it puts me so out of spirits you can't think. Does not it you, too?”
Here Mr Meadows, looking another way, began to whistle.
“Lord,” cried Miss Larolles, “how excessive distressing! to ask one questions, and then never hear what one answers!”
Here the Captain returned alone; and Miss Larolles, flying to meet him, demanded where was her dog?
“I have the malbeur to assure you,” answered he, “that I never was more aneanti in my life! the pretty little fellow has broke another leg!”
Miss Larolles, in a passion of grief, then declared she was certain that Morrice had maimed him thus on purpose, and desired to know where the vile wretch was?
“He was so much discomposed at the incident,” replied the Captain, “that he rode instantly another way. I took up the pretty fellow therefore myself, and have done mon possible not to derange him.”
The unfortunate little animal was then delivered to Miss Larolles; and after much lamentation, they at length continued their walk; and, without further adventure, arrived at the inn.