"There's something wrong, yer honour," he said in a low voice.
"How do you know ?" "Why, that 'ere Egyptian hev bin doggin' me all day.

He's got a hinklin' as how we're tryin' to match 'em, and reckons as how I'm yer friend.
Besides, to-day when I see you ride hoff with the young lady, I thinks to myself, 'There's no knowin' what time he'll be back.' I know what 'tis, yer honour; hi've bin in the arms o' Wenus myself, and knows as 'ow a hour slips away like a minnit.

So as there wur no tellin' if you would get to the summer-house to-night at five o'clock, I thought I'd just toddle up myself.

But 'twas no go.

I sees they two willains a-talkin' together, and when that 'ere Woltaire went off by himself, the other took it 'pon him to keep wi' me.