“Oh yes, you can; I’ll manage it. Don’t you want to go out?”
“Yes; but not to hear people talk as you say. They must be only the scum who say such things.”
“Better be the scum which rises than the dregs which sink to the bottom. Come, I know you’d like a run.”
“I’ll go with you in the evening, and try and catch some of the fish in that lake.”
“What, the King’s carp! Ha—ha! You want old Bigwig to give you five pounds.”
“Old Bigwig—who’s he?”
“You know; the King.”
“Sh!”
“Pooh! no one can hear.”
“But what do you mean about the five pounds?”