"And a very clumsy one—they had me once—close on me now."
"How many?"
"Two."
"Then—hum!—get into the ditch," said Barnabas.
Now the ditch, as has been said, was deep and dry, and next moment, the miserable fugitive was hidden from view by reason of this, and of the grasses and wild flowers that grew luxuriantly there; seeing which, Barnabas went back to his reading.
"It is permitted," solemnly writes the Person of Quality, "that white waistcoats be worn,—though sparingly, for caution is always advisable, and a buff waistcoat therefore is recommended as safer. Coats, on the contrary, may occasionally vary both as to the height of the collar, which must, of course, roll, and the number of buttons—"
Thus far the Person of Quality when:
"Hallo, theer" roared a stentorian voice.
"Breeches, on the other hand," continues the Person of Quality gravely, "are governed as inexorably as the Medes and Persians; thus, for mornings they must be either pantaloons and Hessians—"
"Hallo theer! oho!—hi!—waken oop will 'ee!"