I said, pleasantly enough: "Hulloa! what's that for ?" "What's that for?
Why--" No, on second thoughts, I will not repeat what Harris said.

I may have been to blame, I admit it; but nothing excuses violence of language and coarseness of expression, especially in a man who has been carefully brought up, as I know Harris has been.

I was thinking of other things, and forgot, as any one might easily understand, that I was steering, and the consequence was that we had got mixed up a good deal with the tow-path.

It was difficult to say, for the moment, which was us and which was the Middlesex bank of the river; but we found out after a while, and separated ourselves.
Harris, however, said he had done enough for a bit, and proposed that I should take a turn; so, as we were in, I got out and took the tow-line, and ran the boat on past Hampton Court.

What a dear old wall that is that runs along by the river there! I never pass it without feeling better for the sight of it.