It was necessary to bring in something to be killed, you know.

I thought of a stray tiger out of Wombwell's menagerie; but the editor says that we must not trespass against the probabilities; so I have introduced a big dog.

The Baron had come across a big dog, and seeing that the brute had a wooden log tied to his throat, thought he must be mad, and so he killed him.' 'And what's the end of it, Charley ?' 'Why, the end is rather melancholy.

Sir Anthony reforms, leaves off drinking, and takes to going to church everyday.

He becomes a Puseyite, puts up a memorial window to the Baron, and reads the Tracts.