Come, let us trot on.

They can take the hounds home without us." "Good night, Cox," said Miss Palliser, as they passed by the pack.
"Poor Mr.Maule! I did pity him, and I do think he does care for it, though he is so impassive.

He would be with us now, only he is chewing the cud of his unhappiness in solitude half a mile behind us." "That is hard upon you." "Hard upon me, Lord Chiltern! It is hard upon him, and, perhaps, upon you.

Why should it be hard upon me ?" "Hard upon him, I should have said.

Though why it shouldn't be the other way I don't know.