"Where to, sir?" asked Fenton.
"Why, sir?"
"How would you like such a quantity of rubbish left in the woods at Mosswood, by some happy picnic party?"
"This isn't Mosswood, sir."
"No, it is some other wood."
"But it is nobody's ground."
"How can you venture to affirm that?"
"Well, I mean, it is nobody's ground in particular."
"That is more than you or I know, my boy, and is moreover highly improbable. We are certainly not intruding on anybody's privacy; but we have no right even here to leave things worse than we found them?"