The master of hounds cannot stop the grog of any offender, and he can only stop the tongue, or horse, of such an one by very sharp words.
"Well, Pollock, when did you come ?" said Maxwell.
"By George," said the literary gentleman, "just down from London by the 8.30 from Euston Square, and got over here from Winslow in a trap, with two fellows I never saw in my life before.

We came tandem in a fly, and did the nineteen miles in an hour." "Come, Athenian, draw it mild," said Maxwell.
"We did, indeed.

I wonder whether they'll pay me their share of the fly.

I had to leave Onslow Crescent at a quarter before eight, and I did three hours' work before I started." "Then you did it by candle-light," said Grindley.
"Of course I did; and why shouldn't I?
Do you suppose no one can work by candle-light except a lawyer?
I suppose you fellows were playing whist, and drinking hard.

I'm uncommon glad I wasn't with you, for I shall be able to ride." "I bet you a pound," said Jones, "if there's a run, I see more of it than you." "I'll take that bet with Jones," said Grindley, "and Vavasor shall be the judge." "Gentlemen, the hounds can't get out, if you will stop up the gate," said Sir William.