"Tifto, this is Mr.Longstaff, whom men within the walls of this asylum sometimes call Dolly." Whereupon the Major bowed and smiled graciously.
"I have heard of Major Tifto," said Dolly.
"Who has not ?" said Lord Nidderdale, another middle-aged young man, who made one of the company.

Again the Major bowed.
"Last season I was always intending to get down to your country and have a day with the Tiftoes," said Dolly.

"Don't they call your hounds the Tiftoes ?" "They shall be called so if you like," said the Major.

"And why didn't you come ?" "It always was such a grind." "Train down from Paddington every day at half-past ten." "That's all very well if you happen to be up.

Well, Silverbridge, how's the Prime Minister ?" "How is he, Tifto ?" asked the noble partner.
"I don't think there's a man in England just at present enjoying a very much better state of health," said the Major pleasantly.
"Safe to run ?" asked Dolly.
"Safe to run! Why shouldn't he be safe to run ?" "I mean sure to start." "I think we mean him to start, don't we, Silverbridge ?" said the Major.
There was something perhaps in the tone in which the last remark was made which jarred a little against the young lord's dignity.