I shall hold my tongue and look like a gentleman,--neither of which is in Tifto's power." And so it was settled, that on the day but one after this conversation Lord Silverbridge and Tregear should go together to Silverbridge.

But the Major, when on the same night his noble friend's altered plans were explained to him, did not bear the disappointment with equanimity.

"Isn't that a little strange ?" he said, becoming very red in the face.
"What do you call strange ?" said the Lord.
"Well;--I'd made all my arrangements.

When a man has been asked to do a thing like that, he doesn't like to be put off." "The truth is, Tifto, when I came to think of it, I saw that, going down to these fellows about Parliament and all that sort of thing, I ought to have a political atmosphere, and not a racing or a betting or a hunting atmosphere." "There isn't a man in London who cares more about politics than I do;--and not very many perhaps who understand them better.

To tell you the truth, my Lord, I think you are throwing me over." "I'll make it up to you," said Silverbridge, meaning to be kind.
"I'll go down to Newmarket with you and stick to you like wax." "No doubt you'll do that," said Tifto, who, like a fool, failed to see where his advantage lay.