"That was a goodish thing, Chiltern," he said.
"Very good." "And the hounds hunted him well to the end." "Very well." "It's odd how the scent will die away at a moment.

You see they couldn't carry on a field after we got out of the copse." "Not a field." "Considering all things I am glad we didn't kill him." "Uncommon glad," said Lord Chiltern.

Then they trotted on in silence a little way, and Maule again dropped behind.

"I'm blessed if he knows that I spoke to him, roughly," said Chiltern.

"He's deaf, I think, when he chooses to be." "You're not sorry, Lord Chiltern." "Not in the least.