“But the country has points, parts, places. To which?”
“Oh, any one! the country is all the same, love! Hedges, ditches, cows, rustics, crows, and mile-stones. It’s all the same—all one—here or there. Where would you like to go?”
“Right: let me see. The sea? aye, the sea-side. John, which side is the sea-side?”
“Really, my Lord, I can’t de-cide!”
“Where’s Tattersall? O Tattersall, my Lady and I are going to sea. Are those sea horses?”
“No my Lord, regular cockneys, that won’t go further than one stage from London; them that takes you the last stage are horse marines.”
“Tattersall, you are a wag.”
“Your Lordship’s wit is catching.”
“Tattersall—to the point; where’s the sea?”
“All round the world, my Lord.”