"You usually do," responded the factor, laughing.
"I vow, I guess that's true! You fellows, without any blood, are apt to get waked up when the old boys come in from the country. Toll, lock the door."
Mr. Talbot locked the door and resumed his seat.
"Sevenoaks be hanged!" said Mr. Belcher.
"Certainly."
"It's a one-horse town."
"Certainly. Still, I have been under the impression that you owned the horse."
"Yes, I know, but the horse is played out."
"Hasn't he been a pretty good horse, and earned you all he cost you?"
"Well, I'm tired with living where there is so much infernal babble, and meddling with other people's business. If I sneeze, the people think there's been an earthquake; and when I whistle, they call it a hurricane."