Here, Tom! Bill! beat for the gentlemen.

They shall have the sport.

I only want the birds." Sir Charles drew back, and saw pheasant after pheasant thunder and whiz into the air, then collapse at a report, and fall like lead, followed by a shower of feathers.
His friends seemed to be deserting him for Richard Bassett.

He left them in charge of his keepers, and went slowly home.
He said nothing to Lady Bassett till night, and then she got it all from him.

She was very indignant at many of the things; but as for Sir Charles, all his cousin's arrows glided off that high-minded gentleman, except one, and that quivered in his heart.