'I'm wretched!' added he, slapping his knees.

'I'm perfectly _miserable_!' he concluded, with a strong emphasis on the 'miserable.' 'What's the matter ?' asked Jack, who was half-asleep himself.
[Illustration: HIS LORDSHIP AND JACK] 'Oh, that Mister Something!--he'll be the death of me!' observed his lordship.
'I thought so,' replied Jack; 'what's the chap been after now ?' 'I dreamt he'd killed old Lablache--best hound I have,' replied his lordship.
'He be -- --,' grunted Jack.
'Ah, it's all very well for you to say "he be this" and "he be that," but I can tell you what, that fellow is going to be a very awkward customer--a terrible thorn in my side.' 'Humph!' grunted Jack, who didn't see how.
'There's mischief about that fellow,' continued his lordship, pouring himself out half a tumbler of gin, and filling it up with water.

'There's mischief about the fellow.

I don't like his looks--I don't like his coat--I don't like his boots--I don't like anything about him.

I'd rather see the back of him than the front.