I can't bear it!' 'How now?
What is it now, Jack ?' said Evan.
Mr.Raikes pointed at the dog.

'I've made a bet with myself he won't wag his tail within the next ten minutes.

I beg of you, Harrington, to remain silent for both our sakes.' Evan was induced to look at the dog, and the dog looked at him, and gently moved his tail.
'I 've lost!' cried Raikes, in languid anguish.

'He 's getting excited.
He'll go mad.

We're not accustomed to this in Fallow field.' Evan dismounted, and was going to tell him the news he had for him, when his attention was distracted by the sight of Rose's maid, Polly Wheedle, splendidly bonneted, who slipped past them into the inn, after repulsing Jack's careless attempt to caress her chin; which caused him to tell Evan that he could not get on without the society of intellectual women.
Evan called a boy to hold the horse.
'Have you seen her before, Jack ?' Jack replied: 'Once.