For my part, I pity the poor wretch.

Let him try to annoy you; your wife will try, against him, to make you happy, my own beloved; and I think I may prove as strong as Mr.Bassett," said she, with a look of inspiration.
Her sweet and tender sympathy soon healed so slight a scratch.
But they had not done with "Splatchett's" yet.

Just after Christmas Sir Charles invited three gentlemen to beat his more distant preserves.
Their guns bellowed in quick succession through the woods, and at last they reached North Wood.

Here they expected splendid shooting, as a great many cock pheasants had already been seen running ahead.
But when they got to the end of the wood they found Lawyer Wheeler standing against a tree just within "Splatchett's" boundary, and one of their own beaters reported that two boys were stationed in the road, each tapping two sticks together to confine the pheasants to that strip of land, on which the low larches and high grass afforded a strong covert.
Sir Charles halted on his side of the boundary.
Then Wheeler told his man to beat, and up got the cock pheasants, one after another.

Whenever a pheasant whirred up the man left off beating.
The lawyer knocked down four brace in no time, and those that escaped him and turned back for the wood were brought down by Bassett, firing from the hard road.