It's his line of life; and when a man begins a thing he ought to go on with it.

Where's Lufton all this time ?" "In Scotland, when I last heard from him; but he's probably at Melton now." "It's deuced shabby of him, not hunting here in his own county.

He escapes all the bore of going to lectures, and giving feeds to the neighbours; that's why he treats us so.

He has no idea of his duty, has he ?" "Lady Lufton does all that, you know." "I wish I'd a Mrs.Sowerby _mere_ to do it for me.

But then Lufton has no constituents to look after--lucky dog! By the by, has he spoken to you about selling that outlying bit of land of his in Oxfordshire?
It belongs to the Lufton property, and yet it doesn't.
In my mind it gives more trouble than it's worth." Lord Lufton had spoken to Mark about this sale, and had explained to him that such a sacrifice was absolutely necessary, in consequence of certain pecuniary transactions between him, Lord Lufton, and Mr.Sowerby.
But it was found impracticable to complete the business without Lady Lufton's knowledge, and her son had commissioned Mr.Robarts not only to inform her ladyship, but to talk her over, and to appease her wrath.