"Give me a master as understands a horse and I don't mind working for him." Pottinger nodded and turned the straw in his mouth.
"If you're alludin' to Mr.Stafford, then you'll enjoy your work, Mr.
Davis; for you've got what you want.

What my guv'nor don't know about a 'oss isn't worth knowing." "So I should say," assented Davis, emphatically.

"I do hate to have a juggins about the place.

Barker, _is_ that a spot o' rust on that pillar-chain, or is my eyesight deceiving me?
No, my men, if there's the slightest thing askew when Mr.Stafford walks round, I shall break my heart--and sack the man who's responsible for it.

Pottinger, if you'd like that pair o' yours moved, if you think they ain't comfortable, you say so, and moved they shall be." As Sir Stephen and Stafford strolled back to the house the former paused now and again to point out something he wished Stafford to see, always appealing for his approval.
"Everything is perfect, sir," Stafford said at last.