"Well, I don't dislike hotel life, especially when there are no charges.

How many servants do you want to keep up such a house as that ?" Mr.Morton explained that at present he knew very little about it himself, then led him away by the path over the bridge, and turning to the left showed him the building which had once been the kennels of the Rufford hounds.

"All that for dogs!" exclaimed Mr.Gotobed.
"All for dogs," said Morton.

"Hounds, we generally call them." "Hounds are they?
Well;--I'll remember; though 'dogs' seems to me more civil.

How many used there to be ?" "About fifty couple, I think." "A hundred dogs! No wonder your country gentlemen burst up so often.
Wouldn't half-a-dozen do as well,--except for the show of the thing ?" "Half-a-dozen hounds couldn't hunt a fox, Mr.Gotobed." "I guess half-a-dozen would do just as well, only for the show.