"May I inquire your name, sir ?" said she, very respectfully.
"Moses Moss, my lady." "Mr.Moss, I wish to ask you a question or two.

_May_ I ?" "That you may, my lady." "I want you to explain, if you will be so good, how the proprietor of 'Splatchett's' can shoot all Sir Charles's pheasants." "Lord! my lady, we ain't come down to that.

But he do shoot more than his share, that's sure an' sartain.

Well, my lady, if you please, game is just like Christians: it will make for sunny spots.

Highmore has got a many of them there, with good cover; so we breeds for him.