"I'm the groom only, sir; for the coachman was——"
"Sir, I don't want to know who you are, or about your affairs; I want you to listen to me—cawn't you listen?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, then—dwive to the village."
"I thought it was to the Hall I was to dhrive, sir."
"Do what you're told, sir—the village!"
"What village, sir?" asked Mat, the groom, who knew well enough, but from Furlong's impertinence did not choose to understand anything gratuitously.
"Why the village I came from yeste'day."
"What village was that, sir?"
"How stoopid you are!—the village the mail goes to."