I have got a man who says--I could read it to you; but perhaps you don't care to hear poetry, Drum ?" The butler made a face, and put the leather to his ears.

"Very well, then; I am only just beginning; and it's like claret, you must learn to come to it.

But from what he says, and from my own stomach, I intend to go and dine out-of-doors to-day." "Lord! Master Lancelot, you must be gone clean daft.

How ever could you have hot gravy, Sir?
And all the Yordases hales cold meat.

Your poor dear grandfather--ah! he was a man." "So am I.And I have got half a guinea.