I have told Oswald scores of times that I was sure you would never be happy out of Parliament, and that your real home must be somewhere near the Treasury Chambers.

You can't alter a man's nature.

Oswald was born to be a master of hounds, and you were born to be a Secretary of State.
He works the hardest and gets the least pay for it; but then, as he says, he does not run so great a risk of being turned out.
We haven't much of a house, but we have plenty of room for you.

As for the house, it was a matter of course, whether good or bad.

It goes with the kennels, and I should as little think of having a choice as though I were one of the horses.