The latter point I achieved at great personal inconvenience; but I stuck to it, because I felt it was a grown-up sort of thing.
'You are going through, sir ?' said the coachman.
'Yes, William,' I said, condescendingly (I knew him); 'I am going to London.

I shall go down into Suffolk afterwards.' 'Shooting, sir ?' said the coachman.
He knew as well as I did that it was just as likely, at that time of year, I was going down there whaling; but I felt complimented, too.
'I don't know,' I said, pretending to be undecided, 'whether I shall take a shot or not.' 'Birds is got wery shy, I'm told,' said William.
'So I understand,' said I.
'Is Suffolk your county, sir ?' asked William.
'Yes,' I said, with some importance.

'Suffolk's my county.' 'I'm told the dumplings is uncommon fine down there,' said William.
I was not aware of it myself, but I felt it necessary to uphold the institutions of my county, and to evince a familiarity with them; so I shook my head, as much as to say, 'I believe you!' 'And the Punches,' said William.

'There's cattle! A Suffolk Punch, when he's a good un, is worth his weight in gold.

Did you ever breed any Suffolk Punches yourself, sir ?' 'N-no,' I said, 'not exactly.' 'Here's a gen'lm'n behind me, I'll pound it,' said William, 'as has bred 'em by wholesale.' The gentleman spoken of was a gentleman with a very unpromising squint, and a prominent chin, who had a tall white hat on with a narrow flat brim, and whose close-fitting drab trousers seemed to button all the way up outside his legs from his boots to his hips.