They tell me you're to be a great lord some day." "Either that or a little one," said Neville, laughing.
"Anyways you'll be a rich man with a handle to your name.

To me, living here in this out of the way parish, a lord doesn't matter that." And Father Marty gave a fillip with his fingers.

"The only lord that matters me is me bishop.

But with them women yonder, the title and the money and all the grandeur goes a long way.

It has been so since the world began.
In riding a race against you they carry weight from the very awe which the name of an English Earl brings with it." "Why should they ride a race against me ?" "Why indeed,--unless you ride a race against them! You wouldn't wish to injure that young thing as isn't yet out of her teens ?" "God forbid that I should injure her." "I don't think that you're the man to do it with your eyes open, Mr.
Neville.