'Doesn't it?' replied his lordship. 'The man who's so brimful of science that he doesn't kill above three brace of foxes in a season.'
'Which Puff calls thirty,' observed Jack.
'Th-i-r-ty!' exclaimed his lordship, adding, 'I'll lay he'll not kill thirty in ten years.'
His lordship then picked the letter from the floor, and resumed where he had left off.
'"I expect you will meet Tom Washball, Lumpleg, and Charley Slapp."'
'A very pretty party,' observed Jack, adding, 'Wouldn't be seen goin' to a bull-bait with any on 'em.'
'Nor I,' replied his lordship.
'Birds of a feather,' observed Jack.
'Just so,' said his lordship, resuming his reading.